I. The Houseguest
Chapter 1 – Arrival
Chapter 2 – The Discovery
Chapter 3 – Seduction
Chapter 4 – First Time
Chapter 5 – The Aftermath
Aryan was twenty, home from college for the summer. His father worked overseas, leaving him alone with his mother, Meera, and her younger sister, Kavya, who had come to stay for a month while her husband traveled for work.
Meera was thirty-eight, with long black hair, full lips, and curves that made Aryan look twice despite himself. Kavya, thirty-five, was slimmer but just as striking, with a playful smile and a habit of wearing tight yoga pants around the house.
The first week was normal — family dinners, movie nights, laughter. But Aryan couldn’t ignore the way his mother’s silk nightgown clung to her when she bent over to pick something up, or how Kavya’s tank top rode up when she stretched.
One afternoon, Aryan came home early from the gym. The house was quiet. He heard muffled sounds from the guest room — moans, gasps, the creak of bedsprings. His heart pounded. He crept to the door, cracked it open, and froze.
Meera was on her back, legs spread wide, while Kavya knelt between them, tongue working expertly. Meera’s hands gripped the sheets, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Aryan’s cock hardened instantly. He should have left, but he couldn’t move.
Kavya noticed him first. Instead of stopping, she smiled wickedly and beckoned him in. Meera’s eyes flew open, shock turning to something darker when she saw her son’s obvious arousal.
“Come here, beta,” Meera said, voice husky. “Let Mausi show you what you’ve been missing.”
Kavya pulled him onto the bed, kissing him deeply while Meera watched, fingers circling her clit. Aryan was lost in the taste of his aunt, the scent of his mother’s arousal filling the room.
They took turns with him — Kavya riding his face while Meera sucked him slow and deep, her eyes locked on his. When he entered his mother for the first time, it was slow, reverent, both of them trembling. Kavya guided him, whispering encouragement, until Meera was begging for more.
They fucked for hours — positions shifting, bodies slick with sweat, moans echoing through the house. Aryan came inside his mother while Kavya licked her sister’s clit, pushing her over the edge into a screaming orgasm.
The rest of the summer became a blur of secret encounters — quickies in the shower, late-night threesomes, Meera teaching him how to please a woman while Kavya watched and touched herself.
When Kavya left, Meera pulled Aryan close. “This is our secret,” she whispered. “But the house will always be open for you.”
Aryan smiled. He was already counting the days until his next break.
II. The Weekend Away
Chapter 1 – The Cabin
Chapter 2 – The Storm
Chapter 3 – The Confession
Chapter 4 – The Night
Chapter 5 – The Morning After
Rohan’s father was away again. His stepmother, Anjali, suggested a weekend at the family cabin to “bond.” Rohan, nineteen, agreed — secretly hoping for more than fishing and hiking.
Anjali was thirty-six, with sun-kissed skin, a yoga-toned body, and a laugh that made Rohan’s stomach flip. She packed wine, lingerie, and a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
A storm hit the first night. Power out, fire crackling, wine flowing. Anjali’s silk robe slipped open, revealing lace underneath. Rohan couldn’t look away.
“You’re not a kid anymore,” she said, straddling his lap. “Show me what you’ve learned.”
They kissed like they’d been starving. Anjali guided his hands to her breasts, taught him how to touch, how to taste. When he entered her on the rug in front of the fire, it was raw and desperate — both of them chasing years of tension in one night.
The storm raged outside, but inside they raged harder — against the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the porch under the rain. Anjali came three times before letting him finish inside her, whispering his name like a prayer.
Morning came quiet. They made love slow and sweet, promising to keep the secret. Back home, nothing changed on the surface — but every glance, every brush of hands, carried the memory of the storm.