Hi everyone, my name is Karan Mehta. I am 25 now, working in Delhi as a graphic designer, but this unbelievable true experience happened two years ago during Holi when I was 23. We are a joint family originally from a small village in Uttar Pradesh, though most of us have moved to cities. My chacha (father’s elder brother) still lives there with chachi and their daughter, my cousin sister Riya. Chachi, Mrs. Anjali Mehta, is 38 – stunningly beautiful even at that age, fair milky skin, long black hair, seductive eyes, and a body that could put any actress to shame: 36D-30-40. Her boobs are massive, heavy, always bouncing in her sarees, deep cleavage on display during festivals. Her ass is thick, round, swaying hypnotically. Riya didi is 21, my younger cousin – wheatish complexion like her mom, curly hair, naughty smile, and killer figure: 34C-26-36. Her boobs are perky, ass firm and juicy. Both are known in the family as the hottest duo.
I hadn’t visited the village in years, but that Holi I went alone for a week – parents couldn’t make it. The moment I arrived, the atmosphere was electric. Holi preparations everywhere – colors, gujiya, bhang. Chachi hugged me tight at the door, her soft heavy breasts pressing into my chest, jasmine scent from her hair. “Karan beta, kitna bada ho gaya hai tu!” she said, hands lingering on my arms, squeezing my biceps. Riya jumped on me next, “Bhaiya! Finally!” wrapping legs around my waist playfully, her young firm body grinding briefly against mine. I felt an instant twitch in my pants.
Holi morning started innocently enough – pujan, holika dahan remnants. Then color play in the huge courtyard with relatives. Everyone smeared gulal, threw water balloons. Chachi wore a white cotton saree that became transparent when wet – no surprise in villages during Holi. Riya in a tight pink kurti and leggings. Bhang thandai was flowing freely; I had two glasses, feeling the buzz.
The teasing began slowly. First, chachi chased me with colors, laughing, pallu slipping repeatedly, revealing her deep cleavage and red lacy bra straining against her huge wet boobs. Water splashed, saree clinging to every curve – nipples hard and visible through blouse, outline of her thick thighs and ass. She “accidentally” pressed against me while applying color on my cheeks, her breasts squishing softly on my chest. “Beta, ab tu mujhe rang laga,” she said huskily, guiding my hands to her neck, then lower toward her cleavage. My fingers trembled, brushing the tops of her milky boobs. She didn’t stop me; instead, moaned softly, “Haan Karan... achhe se laga...”
Riya was bolder. She ambushed me with a bucket of colored water, drenching me head to toe. Her kurti stuck like second skin – perky boobs outlined perfectly, dark nipples poking, cameltoe visible in wet leggings. She grinded against me during “bhangra” dance, ass rubbing my crotch repeatedly. “Bhaiya, tera lund khada ho raha hai kya?” she whispered naughtily once when no one was looking, hand brushing my hardening bulge. The bhang made everything feel heightened – touches electric, scents intoxicating (mix of colors, sweat, bhang, feminine musk).
As afternoon turned hotter, relatives left or passed out from bhang. Only me, chachi, and Riya remained in the courtyard, still playing wildly. Chachi’s saree was half-undone – petticoat visible, blouse transparent, boobs heaving with every breath. Riya’s clothes were torn slightly from rough play, kurti neckline pulled low. We were all colored head to toe – red, green, blue smeared everywhere.
In a secluded corner behind the tulsi plant, chachi pulled me close for “final colors.” Her eyes were glazed from bhang, body pressing fully against mine. “Karan... tu ab jawan ho gaya... chachi ko bhi rang lagane ka full haq hai,” she purred, hands sliding under my wet kurta, feeling my chest. My cock was rock hard, tenting my pants. She felt it against her thigh, ground slowly. “Mmm... beta itna garam kyun hai?”
Riya joined, giggling, “Mummy, bhaiya ko akele mat khelo!” She sandwiched me from behind, young breasts pressing my back, hands around my waist dangerously close to my bulge. I was trapped between mother and daughter – chachi’s heavy soft boobs in front, Riya’s firm perky ones behind. The taboo thrill hit hard. My hands roamed instinctively – one cupping chachi’s ass, other Riya’s.
Chachi kissed my neck first, colored lips leaving marks. “Beta... andar chalen? Garmi bahut hai...” We stumbled into the empty guest room on ground floor – door locked, windows curtained, cool inside but humid from our wet bodies.
Inside, the dam broke. Chachi pulled me into a deep kiss – tongue hungry, tasting of bhang and sweetness. Riya watched, biting lip, then joined, kissing my neck from behind. “Bhaiya... hum dono ko chodoge aaj?” she whispered. I groaned yes.
We stripped slowly, savoring. Chachi’s saree dropped – blouse hooks opened one by one, revealing her massive 36D boobs in red bra, then bra unclasped. They spilled out – heavy, pendulous yet firm, light pink areolas wide, thick nipples erect. Milky white with color smears. I buried my face, sucking greedily, tasting salty sweat and colors. “Ahhh... Karan beta... chus chachi ke boobs ko... haan zor se...” she moaned, holding my head.
Riya peeled off her kurti – no bra, perky 34C boobs bouncing free, dark brown nipples hard. Smaller but perfect handfuls. I switched, sucking her while fingering chachi’s blouse off completely. Then petticoats down – both naked below. Chachi’s pussy hairy but trimmed, thick lips glistening. Riya’s shaved smooth, pink and tight.
They pushed me onto the bed, tugging my clothes. My 7.5-inch cock sprang free, thick, veiny, pre-cum dripping. Both gasped. Chachi: “Arre wah... bhatije ka lund itna bada...” Riya stroked first, then chachi joined – mother-daughter hands on my shaft, pumping together. Then blowjob heaven: chachi deepthroating expertly, gagging slightly, saliva dripping, while Riya licked balls and shaft. “Mummy, taste karo... bhaiya ka lund kitna tasty,” Riya said. They took turns, kissing each other with my cock between their lips – taboo sight driving me wild.
I couldn’t wait. Laid chachi down first – spread her thick thighs, inhaled her musky mature scent, licked her wet pussy. Juices tangy-sweet, flowing freely. “Ahhh... beta... chachi ki chut chat raha hai... haan zubaan andar...” She bucked, came hard, flooding my mouth, body shaking, huge boobs heaving.
Then Riya’s turn – her young pussy tight, tasting fresher. I ate her while chachi sat on her daughter’s face – Riya licking mom’s pussy hungrily. “Haan beti... chat mummy ki chut...” The room filled with wet sounds, moans “Ahhh... haan...”
First penetration: chachi. She guided my cock to her entrance. “Daal beta... chachi ki chut mein bhatije ka lund...” I pushed in slowly – hot, soaking, experienced walls gripping me. Fully in, started thrusting deep. Her boobs bounced wildly; I mauled them, pinching nipples. “Haan Karan... chod chachi ko... zor se... ahhh devar ji ki tarah mat, apne bhatije ki tarah pel!” Riya watched, fingering herself.
Chachi came twice – pussy clenching, screaming – before I pulled out. Then Riya: on her back, legs wide. “Bhaiya... meri seal tod do aaj...” Tight virgin-like entry – she winced then moaned as I filled her. “Ahhh... poora andar... bhaiya ka lund meri chut phaad raha hai...” I fucked her slow then hard, her perky boobs jiggling, while chachi kissed her daughter deeply, rubbing her clit.
Threesome proper: Riya riding me cowgirl – young ass bouncing, pussy slurping wetly – while chachi sat on my face, grinding her dripping cunt on my tongue. Switched: chachi riding reverse, massive ass rippling as she slammed down, Riya sucking my balls.
Doggy train: both on all fours side-by-side – mother and daughter asses up. I alternated – pounding chachi’s mature loose-yet-gripping pussy, then Riya’s tight one. Slapping asses, pulling hair. “Le chachi... bhatija chod raha hai... aur beti... dono ki chut mein lund...” They kissed each other, moaning “Haan... chod hume...”
Final rounds: Double blowjob again, then I fucked Riya missionary while she ate chachi’s pussy. Creampie in Riya first – pumping deep, filling her young womb. “Ahhh... bhaiya ka paani andar...” Then chachi – legs over shoulders, deep thrusts, creampie number two, her experienced pussy milking every drop.
We continued all night – 69 chains, anal teasing with fingers, multiple positions, orgasms countless. Bodies colored, sweaty, sticky with cum and juices. By morning, exhausted but satisfied.
That Holi changed everything. Whenever I visit now, we find ways for secret threesomes – the forbidden thrill of bhatija with chachi and beti never fades.
I hadn’t visited the village in years, but that Holi I went alone for a week – parents couldn’t make it. The moment I arrived, the atmosphere was electric. Holi preparations everywhere – colors, gujiya, bhang. Chachi hugged me tight at the door, her soft heavy breasts pressing into my chest, jasmine scent from her hair. “Karan beta, kitna bada ho gaya hai tu!” she said, hands lingering on my arms, squeezing my biceps. Riya jumped on me next, “Bhaiya! Finally!” wrapping legs around my waist playfully, her young firm body grinding briefly against mine. I felt an instant twitch in my pants.
Holi morning started innocently enough – pujan, holika dahan remnants. Then color play in the huge courtyard with relatives. Everyone smeared gulal, threw water balloons. Chachi wore a white cotton saree that became transparent when wet – no surprise in villages during Holi. Riya in a tight pink kurti and leggings. Bhang thandai was flowing freely; I had two glasses, feeling the buzz.
The teasing began slowly. First, chachi chased me with colors, laughing, pallu slipping repeatedly, revealing her deep cleavage and red lacy bra straining against her huge wet boobs. Water splashed, saree clinging to every curve – nipples hard and visible through blouse, outline of her thick thighs and ass. She “accidentally” pressed against me while applying color on my cheeks, her breasts squishing softly on my chest. “Beta, ab tu mujhe rang laga,” she said huskily, guiding my hands to her neck, then lower toward her cleavage. My fingers trembled, brushing the tops of her milky boobs. She didn’t stop me; instead, moaned softly, “Haan Karan... achhe se laga...”
Riya was bolder. She ambushed me with a bucket of colored water, drenching me head to toe. Her kurti stuck like second skin – perky boobs outlined perfectly, dark nipples poking, cameltoe visible in wet leggings. She grinded against me during “bhangra” dance, ass rubbing my crotch repeatedly. “Bhaiya, tera lund khada ho raha hai kya?” she whispered naughtily once when no one was looking, hand brushing my hardening bulge. The bhang made everything feel heightened – touches electric, scents intoxicating (mix of colors, sweat, bhang, feminine musk).
As afternoon turned hotter, relatives left or passed out from bhang. Only me, chachi, and Riya remained in the courtyard, still playing wildly. Chachi’s saree was half-undone – petticoat visible, blouse transparent, boobs heaving with every breath. Riya’s clothes were torn slightly from rough play, kurti neckline pulled low. We were all colored head to toe – red, green, blue smeared everywhere.
In a secluded corner behind the tulsi plant, chachi pulled me close for “final colors.” Her eyes were glazed from bhang, body pressing fully against mine. “Karan... tu ab jawan ho gaya... chachi ko bhi rang lagane ka full haq hai,” she purred, hands sliding under my wet kurta, feeling my chest. My cock was rock hard, tenting my pants. She felt it against her thigh, ground slowly. “Mmm... beta itna garam kyun hai?”
Riya joined, giggling, “Mummy, bhaiya ko akele mat khelo!” She sandwiched me from behind, young breasts pressing my back, hands around my waist dangerously close to my bulge. I was trapped between mother and daughter – chachi’s heavy soft boobs in front, Riya’s firm perky ones behind. The taboo thrill hit hard. My hands roamed instinctively – one cupping chachi’s ass, other Riya’s.
Chachi kissed my neck first, colored lips leaving marks. “Beta... andar chalen? Garmi bahut hai...” We stumbled into the empty guest room on ground floor – door locked, windows curtained, cool inside but humid from our wet bodies.
Inside, the dam broke. Chachi pulled me into a deep kiss – tongue hungry, tasting of bhang and sweetness. Riya watched, biting lip, then joined, kissing my neck from behind. “Bhaiya... hum dono ko chodoge aaj?” she whispered. I groaned yes.
We stripped slowly, savoring. Chachi’s saree dropped – blouse hooks opened one by one, revealing her massive 36D boobs in red bra, then bra unclasped. They spilled out – heavy, pendulous yet firm, light pink areolas wide, thick nipples erect. Milky white with color smears. I buried my face, sucking greedily, tasting salty sweat and colors. “Ahhh... Karan beta... chus chachi ke boobs ko... haan zor se...” she moaned, holding my head.
Riya peeled off her kurti – no bra, perky 34C boobs bouncing free, dark brown nipples hard. Smaller but perfect handfuls. I switched, sucking her while fingering chachi’s blouse off completely. Then petticoats down – both naked below. Chachi’s pussy hairy but trimmed, thick lips glistening. Riya’s shaved smooth, pink and tight.
They pushed me onto the bed, tugging my clothes. My 7.5-inch cock sprang free, thick, veiny, pre-cum dripping. Both gasped. Chachi: “Arre wah... bhatije ka lund itna bada...” Riya stroked first, then chachi joined – mother-daughter hands on my shaft, pumping together. Then blowjob heaven: chachi deepthroating expertly, gagging slightly, saliva dripping, while Riya licked balls and shaft. “Mummy, taste karo... bhaiya ka lund kitna tasty,” Riya said. They took turns, kissing each other with my cock between their lips – taboo sight driving me wild.
I couldn’t wait. Laid chachi down first – spread her thick thighs, inhaled her musky mature scent, licked her wet pussy. Juices tangy-sweet, flowing freely. “Ahhh... beta... chachi ki chut chat raha hai... haan zubaan andar...” She bucked, came hard, flooding my mouth, body shaking, huge boobs heaving.
Then Riya’s turn – her young pussy tight, tasting fresher. I ate her while chachi sat on her daughter’s face – Riya licking mom’s pussy hungrily. “Haan beti... chat mummy ki chut...” The room filled with wet sounds, moans “Ahhh... haan...”
First penetration: chachi. She guided my cock to her entrance. “Daal beta... chachi ki chut mein bhatije ka lund...” I pushed in slowly – hot, soaking, experienced walls gripping me. Fully in, started thrusting deep. Her boobs bounced wildly; I mauled them, pinching nipples. “Haan Karan... chod chachi ko... zor se... ahhh devar ji ki tarah mat, apne bhatije ki tarah pel!” Riya watched, fingering herself.
Chachi came twice – pussy clenching, screaming – before I pulled out. Then Riya: on her back, legs wide. “Bhaiya... meri seal tod do aaj...” Tight virgin-like entry – she winced then moaned as I filled her. “Ahhh... poora andar... bhaiya ka lund meri chut phaad raha hai...” I fucked her slow then hard, her perky boobs jiggling, while chachi kissed her daughter deeply, rubbing her clit.
Threesome proper: Riya riding me cowgirl – young ass bouncing, pussy slurping wetly – while chachi sat on my face, grinding her dripping cunt on my tongue. Switched: chachi riding reverse, massive ass rippling as she slammed down, Riya sucking my balls.
Doggy train: both on all fours side-by-side – mother and daughter asses up. I alternated – pounding chachi’s mature loose-yet-gripping pussy, then Riya’s tight one. Slapping asses, pulling hair. “Le chachi... bhatija chod raha hai... aur beti... dono ki chut mein lund...” They kissed each other, moaning “Haan... chod hume...”
Final rounds: Double blowjob again, then I fucked Riya missionary while she ate chachi’s pussy. Creampie in Riya first – pumping deep, filling her young womb. “Ahhh... bhaiya ka paani andar...” Then chachi – legs over shoulders, deep thrusts, creampie number two, her experienced pussy milking every drop.
We continued all night – 69 chains, anal teasing with fingers, multiple positions, orgasms countless. Bodies colored, sweaty, sticky with cum and juices. By morning, exhausted but satisfied.
That Holi changed everything. Whenever I visit now, we find ways for secret threesomes – the forbidden thrill of bhatija with chachi and beti never fades.