Metamorphosis (Part 1) – Toy boy reminisces affair with mature female professor.

Metamorphosis. A process during which a small larva transforms into a beautiful butterfly. The larva spins a cocoon around itself and undergoes a transformation within. It finally emerges from the cocoon as an adult butterfly; fully developed; ready to spread its wings and take flight.

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I gazed into Shreya’s cute, pixie face. We sat in the food court of PVR IMAX, waiting for our show to start. There was still half an hour left. Shreya sipped her coffee. I indulged in a scoop of Belgian dark-chocolate ice-cream.

I tried to focus on her words but her red glossy lips distracted me. I wanted to reach across the table and kiss those succulent lips. Her long, black hair shone under the lights. She’d had them curled recently with maroon highlights.

She looked stunning in her pink off-shoulder top. It displayed quite a bit of skin on her shoulders and chest. The top hugged her figure and accentuated her curves. White capri jeans complimented her tight butt and toned legs.

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 02 (Final Part)

[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p5wn4c/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)

She put a finger to her lips, indicating me to remain silent, and put her hand on my cock. I let go off my erection, as she gripped it completely. She smiled and started jacking me off.

I saw her in a nightgown for the first time. It was open at the top and I could make out the swells of her breasts in the moonlight. She bent down, planted a long, wet, kiss on the underside of my hard cock, and took it into her warm mouth. I moaned with pleasure as I felt my mother-in-law’s tongue swirl over my sensitive glans.

Inside the garden, my wife and her father picked up pace. He was grunting with pleasure, thrusting his cock in and out of her daughter’s slick pussy. Ananya clutched at the base of the Ashoka tree with both hands over her head. Her moans were getting louder as her father thrust into her with long deliberate strokes. It wasn’t long before she cried out as orgasm hit her.

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 02 (Part 2)

[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p5d53u/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)

I roamed around the estate, waiting for my erection to subside. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law is seducing me! I had an inkling that my wife knew what was going on. I had to ask her. As my erection went down, I adjusted my pants and went inside the house. I found Ananya in her room.

When I entered the room, she said, enthusiastically, “I and daddy are going to perform the ritual tonight.”

Finally! “Can I watch?” I asked, barely able to contain my own excitement.

She nodded. “But do it secretly. You can’t come into Ashok Vatika, it’s a sacred ritual after all.”

“How do I watch you then? The inside of the garden is completely blocked by the hedge.”

“I know, that’s what it was built for, to give us privacy during the ritual. But there is a small gap in the hedge towards the north-eastern side, where it overlaps the neem tree. The neem is just outside the hedge and hides the gap. You can peer into the garden if you crawl between the neem and the hedge.”

“Ok. At what time?”

“After 10pm. Be at the spot before that.”

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 02 (Part 1)

Author’s Note: This is an original incest erotica written by me and first published on Literotica. To read the story in its original form please visit –

https://www.literotica.com/s/wifes-incestuous-family-ritual-ch-02

…..

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the warm gentle sunlight streaming through the windows. I checked my phone; it was 5 in the morning. My wife, Ananya, was asleep next to me. I got off the bed and stood by the window; stretching. We were in Ananya’s room at her parents’ home in their country-side estate.

The estate spanned almost twenty acres at the outskirts of Pune and is magnificent. It has orchards of figs and oranges, a small dairy with several cows, vegetable farms, gardens, ponds and the beautiful two-storied villa. Far removed from the noisy, polluted and busy cities, it is a peaceful paradise. I loved to visit it.

It was more than a month since I had revealed my incestuous fantasies, about my mother, to my wife. In turn, my wife had revealed her family’s secret; she and her brother have sex with their parents as part of an ancestral tradition of worshipping a divine entity. I had then watched my wife make love to her younger brother, Ayush, in our Mumbai apartment.

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 01 (Final Part)

[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p461k5/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)

After dinner, Ayush and I got comfortable in the living room, watching a movie. The lights were switched off with most of the illumination coming from the TV screen. Ayush relaxed on the multi-seater sofa. I sat apart on the single-seater. We did some casual chit chat as we waited for Ananya, who had gone to freshen up.

Few minutes later, she came to the living room wearing a tank top and the shortest skirt she owned. She settled on the multi-seater sofa next to her brother, her skirt just about covering her upper thighs. She wasn’t wearing a bra; her nipples poked out through the fabric. I also suspected she may not be wearing any panties under that skirt.

I saw Ayush’s eyes dart from his sister’s breasts to her thighs. And then our eyes met for a brief moment. He immediately averted his eyes and focused on the TV screen and I did likewise. It was awkward for both of us, since we knew what was about to happen.

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 01 (Part 3)

[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p40t10/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)

Next morning, I woke up to the aroma of fresh coffee. I opened my eyes to see Ananya with two steaming mugs by the bedside. I accepted a mug from her as she sat next to me sipping hot coffee.

“Where’s Ayush?”

“He went out to meet his friends. Won’t be back till evening.”

“So… shall we talk about last night?”

“How much did you see?”

“The whole thing. Till the very end.”

She blushed. “You are not mad at me, are you?”

“Are you kidding? I absolutely loved it. It was beautiful. I am guessing this wasn’t the first time for you guys.”

She nodded.

I sat up with the coffee mug in hand. “Since when? How did it start?”

She was silent for few moments, staring out the window. “I am going to share my family’s biggest secret with you. It may sound outlandish, but please hear it with an open mind. You’ve seen the Ashoka tree at daddy’s estate, right?”

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 01 (Part 2)

[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p40p1m/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)

Next evening, after dinner, Ananya and Ayush stayed in the living room, watching TV, while I got into bed. Sometime later, she came into the bedroom.

“Nikhil, I need to show you something.” She was acting strangely coy, trembling slightly and biting her lower lip. “Come to the guest room door after few minutes,” she said and left.

Around ten minutes later, I left the bedroom and walked across the dining hall towards the guest room, wondering what Ananya wanted to show me. The guest room door was slightly ajar. It was mostly dark inside, except for the faint light coming from the bedside lamp. I saw Ayush sitting on a chair with his back towards me. I could only see him from a rear three-quarter angle, his form mostly hidden in shadows. It looked to me as if he wasn’t wearing any clothes. His head was leaned back and his face pointed up towards the ceiling. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and both his hands were lost in the shadows near his crotch. He was groaning quietly and seemed to be jacking off.

[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 01 (Part 1)

Author’s Note: This is an original incest erotica written by me and first published on Literotica. To read the story in its original form please visit –

https://www.literotica.com/s/wifes-incestuous-family-ritual-ch-01

*****

“Nikhil…I think it’s the delivery guy,” said Ananya, as the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and received the package. I’d been eagerly awaiting this particular item. Opening it, I removed the sealed box from inside. It was a small pocket-sized vibrator that I’d ordered online for my wife.

“It’s so small and discreet! I like it,” she said, as I showed it to her.

“Can’t wait to use it on you.” I grinned.

“You may get your chance tonight, mister.”

Ananya and I have been married for two years now. I am 27 years old, working as an architect in Mumbai. Ananya is 25 and works as an interior designer. We met three years earlier through mutual friends and decided to get married after a year of courtship.

We’ve been truly blessed with a wonderful marital and sex life. We both love one another deeply and understand each other. Both of us have a healthy sexual appetite. We are open with each other about our sexual needs and strive to bring the utmost pleasure to one another.