Chapter 1
This particular family was considered fairly rich among their native people. They had ample land, where they grew wheat and rice in plenty. They lived-in a large house that was made up of four small houses, connected to one another by common walls and had separate entrances to each house. These houses were all made of mud bricks, build inside one large compound wall. The compound wall was also made of mud bricks. It had a tall wooden gate as a single entrance to all four houses.
Radha lived with her mother-in-law in first house that was on the left side. She was a young widow and so was her mother-in-law. Her son Bali, who was youngest of all the three brothers, lived with his wife, Mala and children in the house, besides his mother.
Mohan, the eldest cousin brother of Bali, lived in the third house, with his wife Vimla and their two kids. Kishan was another elder cousin of Bali, who lived with his wife, Chameli in the fourth house.
It was quite a hot afternoon. Radha had just returned from the field, delivering lunch to the men of her house, who had been sowing rice since morning. She had served lunch to Mohan & Kishan, but she couldn't find her son Bali. He wasn't there working at field. When Radha asked his elder cousins, where he was?, they told her that he wasn't feeling well and had left for home.
Radha knew nothing of his illness. She had met him this morning and he looked quite healthy to her. He was her strongest child, and had rarely fallen ill.
When she returned home, Radha found Bali's chappals (Flip-Flops) outside his elder cousin, Kishan's house. Kishan was out working in field with his brother Mohan. Bali should be helping his cousin brothers in the field. What was he doing in Kishan's house? Radha wondered. She was also worried, because Kishan's beautiful wife, Chameli, was alone in her house.
She went over to see what her son wanted from Chameli; his sister-in-law, at this hour of the day. She went to the door and tried to push it gently. The door was locked from inside. It was quite odd to find her door locked, as doors of all four houses generally remained open during day time. Radha went over to the side wall and peeped in through the small wooden window.
As most window curtain were drawn, the room was dim lit and a bit hazy. But still she could see two figures inside. Her eyes quickly went wide at the sight.
Inside the hazy room, she watched Bali and Chameli, both stark naked. Their bodies glistened in the hazy sunlight that poured in through the drapes. Her son was laid on top of his brother's wife, her legs spread wide for him, and between her legs, she watched her son's massive cock fused to his sister-in-law's hot cunt. Their nude bodies so connected, were rubbing over one another, jerking, as he thrust his thick cock in and out of her.
Laid under him, Chameli felt her hips jerk at his every thrust into her. Her moans were mixture of pleasure and pain, which she received, so wantingly, from her brother-in-law. Radha stood there in amaze, watching her son's raid on his elder cousin's wife. She watched Chameli wriggle in pain. Radha could imagine the pain her son's cock could render, as it pounded its way into Chameli's tender cunt.
Bali was pounding his brother's wife ruthlessly, reaping the sheer pleasure out of her body. He was holding her by her hips, and bolting his shaft into her quivering cunt hole.
The sploshing sound, his cock made with every stroke inside her soaked pussy, echoed inside the room. So did their moans echoed.
"Oh harder, fuck me, harder," Chameli moaned, pulling him into her "oh fuck me, my bull."
The word "bull" quickly struck Radha's mind. She was familiar with the term. Only women from their family knew the real meaning of the term. They would address a man, as bull, only if he has fathered her children, or, is intending to father her children, without her husband knowing it.
Radha gasped, quickly covering her wide open mouth. She thought of Bali's wife, Mala, and felt sorry for her. Fortunately Mala had gone to her friend's house, not very far from their house. Radha only hoped Bali could finish before his wife arrived. She should know nothing of this.
Radha watched her son in amaze. She could only fathom the beastly size of his cock, ripping Chameli's pussy apart.
His mammoth cock reminded her of her husband. She could imagine the pleasure it could give, to her, if it ever raided her cunt. Her heart pounded heavily, and her pussy was wet with anticipation. Suddenly the thought of her son grinding her cunt had left her panting. She had never had such incestuous thought for her son before, and when she had it, she felt an unusual excitement growing inside her.
Radha didn't stand there any longer. She left from there, and came to her house, where her mother-in-law was turning the stove on, for preparation of second meal. It was a typical rural kitchen, with traditional mud stove. Her mother-in-law was seated next to it on a old wooden stool.
"I saw Bali in Kishan's house." Radha said to her mother-in-law as she walked in. There was certain pride in her tone.
"Oh, so you have found out." Her mother-in-law sighed.
"Yeah, did you know about this?"
"Yes. He is just like his father. Madhav, too, didn't leave a single woman from his house. Bali is no different. He is also Vimla's bull." her mother-in-law revealed.
Radha looked at her mother-in-law in disbelief. It meant that Bali had fathered Mohan's both children, or, at least one child, usually the first born.
Radha was nothing but pleased by her son and quite aroused. "He is quite a man." She said.
Her mother-in-law noticed Radha breathing heavily. She could see lust in eyes of her young daughter-in-law. Her old eyes could easily see how much attracted Radha was to her son.
She sighed, only if Radha's husband was alive. She thought, cursing the plague that took her son, Madhav's life.
Radha sat on another wooden stool next to her mother-in-law. She was lost in her thoughts as she stirred the curry.
Radha was only 12 when she came in to this house. At fourteen she had her first period. No sooner she did, Madhav, her husband, took liberty of taking her to bed. She still remembered the night Madhav first made love to her. He was 18 then, not too old for her, but his shaft definitely too big for her small, tender cunt. She remembered the way she had screamed when he had entered her, splitting her small, tight cunt lips in two, and then the immense pain that followed, the pain was of her flesh being torn apart.
But it was only after his raid on her that she felt the hunger for more. After that night she waited every night eagerly for her husband to come and pound her cunt. Nothing measured the immense pleasure that his cock gave grinding inside her cunt.
She was merely fifteen when she gave birth to Bali. She gave birth to two more daughters, after which, she got copper T inserted in to her vulva.
But to her dismay, her husband hadn't stopped making babies. Madhav's eyes had noticed the distress on Kamala's face. Kamala was his elder brother's wife. She had been 'dead worrying' that her husband might throw her out of the house for not giving him a child.
Madhav had been lustfully prying on her ever since. He flirted with her in secrecy and she had no other choice but to accept his flirting. It was high time she needed a baby in her lap, she didn't care whose it was.
