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Three months after we came to the new house, on the day of her marriage, I asked her to say to Sri that she wanted to have her first night with him, before she has it with Arvind. As we expected he was thrilled. To Arvind, I didn't say anything, but wanted to surprise him to be his wife dressing like Preethi. Karthik too was at the marriage, stealing glances at me wickedly. I was more excited to see him, in fact. I wanted to fuck him too, but didn't want all hell to break loose at the marriage hall. So, I tried to avoid him. But he caught up with me behind the huge kitchen where food was cooked for the marriage. "Akka... I'm very horny today." He said as he pushed me against the wall and started kneading my breasts even with my silk saree on. I couldn't stand anymore. I didn't want him to stop. "I'm hornier too. Lets find a place." I said to him. Hearing that, he pulled me to the very end of the marriage hall, near the restrooms a...

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The next day came the first of the sweet news. Arvind got a nice job at a software company. He had to report immediately. All four of us went out to eat to celebrate this occasion and we had a great time, with both Arvind and Preethi bickering at each other like kids. With both Arvind and Sri busy at work, we girls had the days to ourselves. I tried to talk her out of what had happened, but couldn't get anything from her. The week went and then, she too started her third year in college. Life went back to normal, or almost closer to normal, except on special occasions when Arvind made sure that we two had some time together, leaving the other two for themselves. Of course, I knew my hubby was fucking his sister, but I was getting more out of it from Arvind. Like Arvind said, "We were even." The sex life between me and Sri too was normal; with both of us making sure that we didn't let each other know our little secrets. It was a healthy sex life. He never showed any ...

The experience I had in the last two days had been far more exciting than I had ever dreamed of. Yet, here I was, dreaming again. After the frantic fuck I had with my brother in the evening, we had our dinner and were watching the TV as I trailed off to sleep. And I was dreaming about him again. I wanted him to spread my thighs and suck my cunt off to my orgasm. I wanted him to lick my inner thighs as I laid back in the sofa watching a hot movie on the TV. I wanted him to trail his fingers along my breasts and grab them tight, as he sucked me off. It was only a dream, yet I could feel the heat. I could feel my heart pumping fast and my lips throb and shiver. I let out a moan and woke up as if from a fiery wet dream, only to find that I wasn't in the sofa, but in a bed, in my own bed. It was morning and the sun's rays were beaming into the room through the curtains of the windows with a slight shade. I always like those curtains, waking up in the shade of the brisk morning sun...