Flora’s journey – Part 2 – The most event[f]ul day of my life – [Group] [FFMMMM]

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So the next day, I got up in bed, all tired and done. I wanted to tell Aasif about SIL’s sexcapade in the kitchen but I had my own and I was a bit scared Zeeshan would call out on me. So I chose to give him subtle hints, he was still on bed with me. “Your brothers seem to like SIL a lot”, I told him. “Yeah, we’re very affectionate toward her”, he replied. “So affectionate that they touch her everywhere”, I confronted. He laughed. “We are very open and broad minded.” I didn’t know what that meant but I didn’t push it any further, I knew he understood my point.

When I walked out that day after brushing my teeth, I got the shock of my life. SIL was seated on the middle of the couch in her lingerie, just her bra and panties. Zeeshan and Armaan were on either sides of her, shirtless, their hands wrapped around her waist and playing with her hair while talking, laughing and having a good time. Aasif joined topless too, ‘Maybe that’s the way they live’, I told myself.

My sister and I have seen each other naked many times but somehow, the idea of SIL’s husband’s brothers seeing her in lingerie felt crazy to me and I felt shy to look at her. When I did, though, I found her sexy. She was curvy, had just the right amount of fat, big wholesome breasts that pulled the bra down, she was a siren. I was told Sufiaan had very important work and had gone to office, so it was the five of us at home. I had lunch and left home in the afternoon not before I saw the brothers touching SIL wherever and whenever they could. Aasif too, was circling her belly button with his finger and I felt very jealous. That was he reason I left early after thinking I’d leave in the evening.

Very soon, the jealousy toned down, desire caught up and I was looking forward to the next weekend. The five days in college felt like a lifetime and Friday morning was an ordeal. We finally reached his house in the evening. We were watching TV and biding time, Zeeshan was seated next to me on the couch while Aasif was on a chair, busy watching TV. Zeeshan slid his arm behind me and held my waist. I was constantly making sure no one spotted us. When he moved lower, his finger tickling my buttcrack through the gap in my jeans at the back, I had instant goosebumps. Throughout the night, Zeeshan was arousing me. I changed into my shorts and night tee to help him out.

At the dinner table, once I was done with dinner, I eyed Zeeshan, got up and left to wash my hands. It was a signal asking him to come after me. I was at the sink, washing my hands when I heard footsteps behind me. I blushed and arched my body, bringing my ass out against him. He immediately took my ass cheeks and pressed them. I arched my body further, presenting him my ass. He pulled my shorts down just a bit, leaving my bum in the open. I twerked for a few seconds before pulling it up, turning around, holding his shirt and pulling him close. All this happened in a split second and when I turned around and looked at him, I almost shrieked and pushed him away. It wasn’t Zeeshan. Neither was it Aasif. It was Sufiaan. I had twerked my bare ass for a married man and brought another brother into the equation. Ashamed and embarrassed, I hurried out, not even looking at him. The look of embarrassment on my face gave Zeeshan the clue that something happened there.

In an awkward hour after dinner before we went to sleep, I tried my best to not meet Sufian’s eye. It was impossible. Both of us were stealing glances at each other after what had happened. Finally, we had all gone to sleep. The moment Aasif closed the door, I was on him like a deer. Zeeshan’s teasing all night and the twerk episode had me wet egging for action. “You really seem hungry tonight”, Aasif was surprised. What followed was an hour of shameless squirming, moaning and screaming. “Gods, keep it down! My brothers will fap to your voice if you moan like that”, he said while I was riding him. It only got me louder and more turned on. After fucking him, I was too tired and slept the night out.

Saturday was a very eventful day for me. I got out of bed late that morning. The men were shirtless as usual and SIL was in her lingerie. They were playing with her. She was lying down on the couch, face down and Armaan lay on her, facing her back. He held her arm and had it locked on her back, she was laughing and shouting when Armaan tightened the grip, making it pain. The others were watching and laughing at her. I learnt from Aasif that she had eaten a full block of chocolate without offering anyone and the brothers were teasing her about it. “Brother, give me the chocolate now”, he signaled to Aasif and Aasif promptly handed him a packet of dairy milk from the dining table. “Please don’t”, SIL was laughing hysterically as Armaan roughly turned her around and pinned her on the couch, sitting on her. Zeeshan went to hold her hands up. I just couldn’t stop admiring how sexy she was so I looked at the brothers. Each one had a dent in their shorts. With the way Armaan was sitting, his hard cock was right against her pubic area. The scene was hot, I was dripping.

Armaan opened the pack of chocolate. It was not in the fridge so it was squishy and almost molten (The avg temperature here is 32 degrees Celsius). He took a cube out with his finger and smeared it on her midriff. She was squirming and laughing as he smeared her entire body in chocolate, her neck, the part of her breasts sticking out of her bra, her navel and her thighs. His fingers were giving her goosebumps and were uncontrollably tickling her. “Oh God Armaan, please stop”, tears were rolling down her cheeks from all the laughing. I was staring at the proceedings in total disbelief. “We’ll lick you clean as a punishment”, Sufian declared. “At least take me to the bed where I can be free”, she complained. “Okay”, Armaan said got up and they were about to leave. That was when SIL properly saw me. “Look at that poor thing. She feels ignored and jealous. I could use some company, tickle her too!!”, SIL remarked, getting off the couch.

“No, no”, I smiled politely, thinking it was a joke. In a swoosh, Armaan lifted me, literally threw me on the couch and pinned me down. “Wait, what, NOOO!!”, I was screaming. Zeeshan held my hands up. “Let me at least wear a bra”, I yelled. Too late. Armaan had lifted my tee way above and it slid right over my hands, Zeeshan removed it and threw it somewhere. There was a two second silence. “Let me help you”, SIL said, unhooked her bra and threw it. “Are you at least wearing a panty?”, Armaan asked, his palm tugging the hem of my shorts. “No…I just got up…”, I said, embarrassed. He let my shorts stay. My boyfriend fetched another pack of diary milk and Armaan started rubbing it on me. I now understood why SIL was wriggling under his touch. His hands were way too good. He started with my breasts, squeezing and kneading them while smearing them with chocolate. His cock was hard right up my pussy through my shorts, throbbing against it. He was weaving magic with his hands as I began easing up, laughing and enjoying, goosebumps all over my body. My nipples were erect, my breathing was hard. He was working me like a professional masseur. Every touch of his sent shivers of pleasure down my body. After he was done with my navel and boobs, he once again held the hem of my shorts. “I’ve to remove it if I must do it on your thighs”, he said. I looked at SIL, “Will you do the same?”, I asked, the whole family could see I was smitten, under their control. She slid her panty down to her feet. I locked eyes with Armaan, he got the point. Poof, I was naked and I was having spasms as he caressed my thighs with his chocolate filled hands. I was wriggling and gasping. Zeeshan, Aasif and Sufian got naked and their hard cocks were throbbing. We headed to the bedroom. SIL and I lay down on the bed, our bodies sticky and smelling of chocolate.

The guys took turns at licking us. Armaan went at SIL first, licking her neck. Sufian came to me and took my breasts. He was kneading them, squeesing them, biting and licking my nipples. I pulled Zeeshan close and kissed his lips. I was biting into his lips as Sufian’s mouth was toying with my boobs. Then the guys formed a pattern. One was at our boobs and the other was licking our clit. SIL and I were kissing each other in ecstasy, the sight of her fat lip dripping of saliva was a bomb to watch. I arched my back and gripped the bed sheet hard as Armaan’s tongue was wrecking havoc with my clit. I was gushing, cum oozing out of my body and Armaan was lapping it up like it was divine. Immediately, I pulled him up and kissed him. The taste of my own juices on someone’s lips felt hot. Sighting the vacant pussy, Sufain leaped at it. A siren escaped my mouth when Sufian entered me. Aasif took Sufian’s cue and started penetrating SIL. SIL was moaning equally loud, enjoying it. The room was reverberating with sounds of pleasure.

As one person was banging us, we sucked another guy. All four cocks tasted different. The day went on, they had me in every position they liked. I was on my knees, I rode them, I gave head, I gave handys, I kissed everyone. Zeeshan was very intent on doing anal on me and I vehemently objected. “She’s new, Zeesh, give her time”, SIL advised him, “you have mine like you people always love”, she said. The guys DP’d her, we were just used that day. I had had 9 orgasms before all four guys were done, I couldn’t take anymore. Thankfully, they were done too. They took their entire load out on our boobs. It was lunch time when we finished but none of us had the energy to have lunch. After all, I had sucked 4 cocks :P .

This started my foray into discovering my sexuality. I had many other experiences which I would detail in further parts of this series.

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