Family Encounter

In  Lucknow, where the air was thick with tension and the scent of burning tyres, our family lived in a quiet neighborhood. Behind our house lay a slum where a Muslim community resided. When communal riots broke out, the city descended into chaos. From our terrace, we watched the flames lick the sky and heard the distant cries of panic. Suddenly, our door was pounded relentlessly. When we rushed downstairs, we found a young girl in a burqa, her eyes wide with terror. She was barely 18, her name Farheen.

My parents, driven by compassion, quickly brought her inside and bolted the door. Farheen told us her harrowing story—her parents had been killed in the riots, and she had fled for her life. We took her in, and she soon became a part of our family. There were four of us now: my parents, Farheen, and me, Akshay.

Farheen was a vision of beauty, with curly hair that cascaded down her back, a slim yet voluptuous figure, petite breasts, and thighs that were taut and fleshy. She was incredibly sexy, and her presence in our home added a layer of tension that was both thrilling and unsettling.

My father worked in a factory and celebrated Vishwakarma Puja with fervor. This was the day he would return home drunk, his inhibitions lowered by alcohol. This year was no different. He stumbled in, his eyes glazed and his steps unsteady. We ignored him, as we always did, and retreated to our rooms after dinner.

Farheen usually shared the bed with my mother, while I shared mine with my father. But tonight, seeing his drunken state, he stumbled to a spare bed in another room. Everything seemed normal until around 11 PM when I heard a soft sound. Thinking it might be a thief, I crept quietly to investigate, hiding in the verandah.

I peeked through the window of my father's room and was shocked by what I saw. My father was sprawled on the bed, deep in a drunken slumber. Farheen stood by the bed, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. She was dressed in a white, sleeveless, shoulder-strapped nightie that ended just above her thighs, and red lace cotton panties that hugged her curves.

In a moment of boldness, she looked around, ensuring no one was watching. Finding the coast clear, she pulled down her panties and climbed onto the bed. My father's lungi was rolled up, exposing his flaccid penis. Farheen took it in her hand, trying desperately to insert it into her wet pussy. But his penis remained limp, unresponsive to her desperate efforts.

Suddenly, my father stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He saw Farheen straddling him, her nightie riding up to reveal her smooth thighs. Shock and anger flashed across his face, and he pushed her off roughly. Farheen, ashamed and afraid, fled the room, rushing to my mother's bedroom.

My father, now more alert, looked around the room. His eyes fell on the red lace panties lying on the bed, forgotten in Farheen's haste. He picked them up, bringing them to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal must have stirred something primal within him, for I saw his penis begin to harden beneath his lungi.

With a determination that surprised me, he stood up, his erection straining against the fabric. He made his way to my mother's room, where Farheen lay pretending to sleep beside her. He touched her shoulder gently, and she startled, her eyes wide with fear. He placed a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet, and took her by the wrist, leading her back to his room.

Farheen's heart must have been pounding in her chest as she followed him, unsure of what was to come. Once inside the room, my father's gaze roamed over her body, taking in her curves, her milky skin, and her wet lips. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Farheen responded, her body pressing against his, feeling the hardness of his erection.

He quickly removed her nightie, tossing it to the floor. He then opened his lungi, freeing his throbbing penis. They stood there, naked and breathless, their eyes locked in a silent battle of desire. My father led her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. He explored her body with his hands and mouth, kissing her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. He sucked and licked her nipples, eliciting soft moans from her lips.

His hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her hips and thighs. He parted her legs, his tongue darting out to taste her wetness. Farheen's body arched in pleasure as he sucked and licked her clitoris, his tongue exploring every inch of her pussy. She moaned softly, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

After what felt like an eternity, my father positioned himself between her legs, his erect penis poised at her entrance. With a single thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Farheen screamed in pain, but the sound was muffled by the thickness of the walls and my mother's sleeping pills. My father began to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was both primal and passionate. He continued to suck her nipples, his hands roaming over her body, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.

Farheen's orgasm came in waves, her body convulsing with each thrust. My father, unable to hold back any longer, reached his climax, his body collapsing on top of hers. They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the soft sounds of their pleasure.

After a few minutes, my father withdrew, and I saw a thin stream of his semen trickle out of Farheen's pussy. She quickly dressed and returned to my mother's room, where she slept soundly for the rest of the night. I, however, was left with a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. What if my mother found out? What would happen to our family?

The next morning, everything seemed normal. My mother was none the wiser, and life went on as usual. But from that night forward, my father found every opportunity to be alone with Farheen, their secret trysts becoming a regular occurrence. I remained the sole witness to their forbidden love, a silent observer to the passionate encounters that unfolded in the dead of night.