Incest Dream come true - my wife with her younger brother hot story series

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[karthik90]

- On a morning painted with the soft hues of dawn, an unexpected cry shattered the tranquility, pulling me from my reverie. My beloved Nivetha rushed into the room, her eyes glistening with urgency, clutching her phone as if it were a lifeline. The news was grave; her father was in dire straits, and he needed to speak with us without delay.

- Without a moment's hesitation, we embarked on a journey to Madurai, the rain pouring down in heavy sheets, mirroring the turmoil in our hearts. The car glided through the slick roads, each drop of rain a reminder of the gravity of the situation we were racing towards.

- Upon our arrival at the hospital, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Nivetha's mother, my mamiyar, approached me with a somber expression, her voice trembling as she urged me to see my father-in-law first. "He wishes to speak with you," she said, her tone laced with an unspoken weight.

- I stepped into the sterile room where he lay, tethered to machines that hummed a haunting melody of life and death. The sight of him, frail and vulnerable, struck a chord deep within me. As our eyes met, tears streamed down his cheeks, and he grasped my hand with a desperate strength.

- "Please, don’t hold it against me," he implored, his voice a fragile whisper. "I have no choice left. There’s something I must share before I leave this world." His words hung in the air, heavy with the promise of secrets that could alter the course of our lives.

- He spoke of my brother-in-law, Arun, who was ensnared in a web of misfortune. The family priest had delivered a dire prophecy: Arun would struggle to find a bride, and should he marry, it would only be a second union. The weight of tradition pressed down upon us, and I felt the gravity of his request.

- "For your son to find peace," he continued, "you must perform a first marriage—a mere formality, a tie of the thali that can be undone. But the woman must be from within our household." The shock of his words reverberated through me, a tempest of emotions swirling in my chest.

- "What am I to do?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the enormity of the situation crashing over me like a tidal wave. His gaze bore into mine, pleading for understanding,

'''''' my devil mind got activated"

- The night was thick with desire, my mind racing with wicked thoughts as I watched Nivetha sleep peacefully beside me, her soft breaths igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.
- I envisioned a game, a tantalizing dance of seduction where Arun would revel in the beauty of his sister, and I would orchestrate every sultry moment, savoring the thrill of it all.
- As dawn broke, I summoned Arun and Nivetha, urging them to prepare for a visit to their father, a ruse to set the stage for my deliciously devious plans.
- Nivetha, clad in her alluring chudi and form-fitting leggings, radiated an irresistible charm that made my heart race as Arun called her to hop on his bike, the two of them blissfully unaware of the game unfolding.
- I trailed behind them, my imagination running wild, picturing Arun riding with a captivating woman rather than his sister, the thought sending shivers of excitement down my spine.
- At the hospital, my father-in-law's words hung in the air like a spell, as he instructed Nivetha to perform a ritual that would bind her to Arun, a promise of a future filled with passion and connection.
- The moment he fell unconscious, I felt a rush of exhilaration, knowing that the boundaries of our lives were about to blur, and the truth of my intentions would soon be revealed.
- Nivetha's shock was palpable, her eyes wide with disbelief as she fled the room, while Arun's worried expression only fueled my desire to push the limits of our twisted game.
- I could almost hear the whispers of temptation urging me to continue this devilish charade, to encourage them to embrace their roles as husband and wife, if only for a month, igniting a fire that would be hard to extinguish.
- Stay close, for the next chapter of this seductive saga is just around the corner, where fantasies will intertwine and reality will bend to our desires.

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[kevinjohn301284]

The weight of the world pressed down on Karthik’s shoulders. The humid Chennai air felt suffocating, mirroring the turmoil churning within him. He’d just laid out the impossible to his machan, Ravi - the brother of his wife, Priya.

"This is madness, Karthik! Utter madness," Ravi had exploded, his voice cracking with disbelief and disgust. "How can I see my sister as my wife? It's… it's unthinkable!"

Karthik understood. He truly did. Ravi and Priya were close, siblings with that deep-rooted bond that only family could understand. Asking Ravi to even pretend to be married to Priya, let alone… the rest… was a violation of everything sacred.

"I know, Ravi," Karthik had said, his voice low and strained. "Believe me, if there were any other way… but..." He trailed off, the words catching in his throat. He couldn't tell Ravi the truth, the whole horrifying truth. He couldn't risk panicking him. He only knew what his father, a man steeped in ancient lore and family secrets, had told him.

"Your life is in danger," Karthik had repeated, his statement hollow in the face of Ravi's disbelief. "There is no other way. Trust me."

Ravi had paced the worn tiles of the veranda, his hands running through his already disheveled hair. The desperation in Karthik’s voice must have finally registered, because he stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowed, filled with a mixture of fear and suspicion.

"What exactly does this… arrangement entail? I only need to tie the knot, or…?" He left the question hanging, the unsaid words heavy in the air.

Karthik took a deep breath. He had to be blunt, however painful. He couldn't sugarcoat the bitter pill. "As per your dad’s information… you and Priya need to live as husband and wife for one month. And you should do all that a normal husband does. Yes, Ravi… you need to share her bed."

The silence that followed was deafening. Ravi's face drained of all color. He looked as if he'd been physically struck. Karthik saw the revulsion, the horror, the sheer impossibility of it all etched onto his features.

"One month? Are you insane? What about Priya? Has she agreed to this charade?" Ravi finally managed to choke out, his voice barely a whisper.

Karthik nodded, though his heart ached. Priya, bless her soul, had agreed knowing the stakes, trusting her father's knowledge and Karthik's desperation. She had understood, somehow, the unseen threat that hung over Ravi. She was a woman of quiet strength, a fierce protector of her family.

"She knows. She understands. This is… for you, Ravi. For your safety."

Ravi sank onto the steps, his head in his hands. The idea of pretending to be married to his sister, of sharing her bed, of fulfilling the role of a husband – even for a month – was a violation of everything he believed in. It felt incestuous, repulsive. He looked up at Karthik, his eyes pleading.

"There has to be another way," he whispered, clinging to the hope like a drowning man.

Karthik wished, with every fiber of his being, that there was. But the truth, shrouded in the cryptic warnings of his father and the unsettling urgency in Priya's agreement, was that there was no other choice.

He looked at Ravi, his friend, his brother-in-law, the man whose life was hanging by a thread he couldn't explain. He saw the anguish, the conflict, the sheer impossibility of the task before him. He knew he was asking the unimaginable. But he also knew that Ravi's life depended on it.

"There isn’t, Ravi," Karthik said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his heart. "There isn't. You have to trust us. We'll get through this. We have to."

The humid air hung heavy, thick with unspoken fears and unspeakable demands. The fate of Ravi, Priya, and Karthik himself now rested on the impossible agreement, a twisted bargain forged in the face of an unseen danger, a nightmare brought to life under the blazing Chennai sun. The month ahead stretched before them, a dark and treacherous path into the unknown.

 

[kevinjohn301284]

The ritual had begun, and I removed the mangaliyam from my wife's neck and handed it to my brother-in-law. My wife, dressed in a stunning satin saree, looked absolutely breathtaking. Her bosoms were so enticing that I couldn't help but steal glances at them throughout the ceremony. I noticed a bulge in my brother-in-law's pants, which made my heart race with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

As my brother-in-law tied the mangaliyam around my sister's neck, I could sense the tension in the air. Both of them were looking into each other's eyes, their expressions filled with disbelief and uncertainty. To ease the tension, I cracked a few jokes and reminded everyone to enjoy this short yet unforgettable moment in their lives.

I turned to my wife and said, "Don't worry about me. Just treat your brother as your husband for today. And brother, please give her a hug and take her to your room."

My brother-in-law hesitated for a moment before he finally stepped forward and took my wife's hand. He looked into her eyes and whispered, "I love you, sister. Nobody will ever do this for us. But we deserve this happiness." Tears welled up in my wife's eyes as she hugged her brother tightly.

The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and I could feel the passion in the air. My brother-in-law held my wife close to him and kissed her passionately on the lips. She responded eagerly, her hands running through his hair as they deepened their kiss. He then slowly moved his hand over her ass, causing her to moan softly into his mouth.

The mood was set, and I could see that both of them were ready to take things further. I smiled and said, "The room is ready. Please proceed."

My brother-in-law picked my wife up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. I stood there, watching them disappear into the room, knowing that this was a moment they would never forget. And although I felt a pang of jealousy, I also felt a sense of pride that I had been able to give them this opportunity to explore their forbidden desires.
The mood was undeniably set, a dark, potent cocktail of forbidden desire and strange acquiescence. "The room's ready, please proceed," I murmured, my voice surprisingly steady. I stepped back, melting into the shadows, a voyeur in my own life. My heart hammered against my ribs, a perverse excitement blooming in my chest. This was it. The culmination of my strange design. I planned to secretly watch the show

 

[kevinjohn301284]

He finally arrived, and without wasting any time, he led her to the bedroom. The air between them was charged with desire as they fell onto the bed, their lips meeting in a passionate french kiss. The intensity of the kiss was palpable as they exchanged saliva for more than 30 minutes, their tongues dancing and exploring every corner of each other's mouths.


As the kiss deepened, he began to undress her, revealing her tight, juicy melons encased in a black bra. His hands roamed her body, his lips and tongue following close behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She arched her back, moaning softly as he paid special attention to her most sensitive areas.





He guided her to the edge of the bed, positioning her so that her back was to him. He continued to kiss and lick her, the sensation causing her to tremble with pleasure. As he moved lower, he gently removed her panties, exposing her womanhood to his eager mouth. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment as he tasted her, his tongue flicking and swirling against her most intimate parts.



Suddenly, he stood up and undressed himself, revealing his throbbing erection. She watched, mesmerized, as he took a condom from his pocket and slid it onto his length. Without a word, he positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly entered her.



The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony as they chased the release they both craved. As they grew closer to the edge, he could feel her muscles tightening around him, her moans growing louder and more desperate.





"Please, don't waste your sperm," she whispered, her eyes pleading with him. "Cum inside me."

With a final thrust, he reached his peak, filling her with his warmth. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath. As they lay there, spent and satisfied, they shared a tender kiss, their love and desire for one another as strong as ever.

In the next room, her husband listened to the sounds of their passion, his own desire growing as he stroked himself through his boxers. As he heard her cry out in pleasure, he couldn't help but join them in their climax, his own release spilling onto the floor as he imagined the two of them together.

In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they lay there, still connected in the most intimate way possible. Their hearts pounded in unison, their breaths slowly returning to normal. As they drifted off to sleep, they knew that this was just the beginning of a love story that would last a lifetime

 

[kevinjohn301284]

The following morning, at 8 am, I woke up to the sound of laughter coming from the bedroom. I could sense that my brother-in-law had continued where he left off the night before. As I walked towards the bedroom, I saw my wife lying naked in bed, and my brother-in-law was pouring honey over her body from top to bottom. He then began to lick her slowly, starting from the top and working his way down.





My wife was clearly enjoying the attention, and as he reached her vagina, he licked it as if he were licking an ice cream. This sight was enough to make my tool hard again, and I found myself playing with it as I watched the scene unfold.





It was now 10 am, and they showed no signs of stopping. My brother-in-law applied some honey to his tool and gave it to my wife, who initially seemed shy but soon embraced the experience. She began to give him a blow job, something she had never done for me. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but I also knew that my brother-in-law was lucky to receive this gift from his sister.





He then slowly inserted his tool into my wife's vagina, and the vigorous drilling sound filled the house. My wife moaned with pleasure as he thrust into her, urging him to fill her with his juice. As the clock struck noon, they both collapsed in each other's arms, hugging tightly.

My wife then asked her brother if he would let her out to cook something for them, as they must be hungry. He replied that he had ordered food and that he wouldn't let her out, as they had one month to live as husband and wife as part of a ritual. He expressed his gratitude for the pleasure she had given him and promised to return the favor.

My wife laughed and asked if he would at least let her use the bathroom to clean herself. He agreed, and as they made their way to the bathroom, I realized that I had installed a camera there as well. The next action was about to begin, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen next...

 

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