Fucking Politics – Pt 1 (Sex With Aunt And Plotting Revenge)
aunt, revenge, rough sex

This is a completely fictional story. My name is Rishikesh. I am 25 years old and I stand at 5 feet 4 inches. Yeah, I am short and skinny, but these shortcomings are what makes me work very hard to achieve something impossible. That’s my motivation to what I work to achieve and then there was that other thing. It happened one evening when I was at Chachaji’s house, Mumbai. We two were sitting in the lawn at the back of his bungalow. Dhangiri chacha (uncle) is a political leader of a party named Sabka Rajya Party or SRP for short. He is dark skinned, semi-bald, and an obese guy. But his appearance didn’t matter. He’s a rich man with big contacts. I was there that evening because he used one of his contacts to give me a job as a software engineer in one of the top software companies in Mumbai. “Thank you, Chachaji. I really owe you one.” I said. I was really happy that evening before I got that horrible news. “When do you start your job?”, he asked. “From tomorrow”, I replied. “Are beta, why aren’t you eating anything,” said Mandakini chachi (aunt), wife of Dhangiri, as she walked towards us with two more plates of food. She has brown piercing eyes, cute tiny nose, and small lips that she keeps painted red with her lipstick and silky black hair tied in a bun. She had fair flawless skin and was slightly obese with big boobs. Aunt wears saris at all times. She always used to remind me of my mother in terms of the way she looked and the way she took care of me. Except for the fact that she used to wear a sleeveless low-cut blouse that showed a good amount of cleavage which used to arouse me, unknowingly. “Take something, look how skinny you have become”, my aunt said keeping the plates on the table. At that moment she was very close to me and in that bent position, I was able to see down her blouse. I forced myself to look at the plates she kept. Aunt then touched my thigh to get my attention, “Are you listening, beta?” she asked while squeezing my thigh gently. If she wasn’t my chachi, I would say that she was trying to seduce me. We continued to chat as I shifted my gaze from chachaji’s eyes to chachiji’s eyes and back while taking a quick glimpse of her cleavage. I don’t think she noticed that since not even once she pulled up her sari to cover her bare chest. “Maa! Paa! I am going to Chetki’s house”, shouted a girl from distance. They called her to meet me. She was Disha, their daughter. She looked just like her mother except thinner and younger. Disha wore a sleeveless shiny silvery top that fit loose on her chest that showed some cleavage. She didn’t have the big boobs of her mother yet. On that, she wore blue jeans mini skirt with pink high heels. Her milk-white legs were completely exposed as she walked close to us. I didn’t say it but she was looking like this, “Disha is destined to be fucked tonight and I would gladly join that party.” “Look who is here”, chachiji said. She looked at me saying, “Oh, hi! Rishi… bhaiya.” “Disha!” shouted chachi “Don’t you have to go somewhere.” “Be back on time”, ordered chacha as she walked away after saying bye. I was hurt hearing her call me ‘bhaiya’ but I guess it bothered chachi more. “Oh god, who will marry that girl?” commented chacha as we looked at her walk away. The silvery top was totally backless which excited me even further. “Who will marry her?” chachi repeated, “Will you?” There was a silence for a moment and then she smiled as we laughed out loud. It was a joke. Good it happened as we won’t be happy for many days to come after that. “When are your parents returning from the doctor’s conference?”, he asked. “Today. They should be home by now”, I said looking at my watch. When I was leaving, suddenly chachaji got a call. He seemed worried as he called me to stop. Chachaji was strong manly personality so it was a shock for me to see him in tears hearing whatever the news was on the phone. “Some bad thing must have happened”, I said to myself. But it didn’t prepare me for what actually happened. He couldn’t put the news in words so he instead called for his car and we drove off in the night. It was in the middle of the Mumbai-Pune highway that we stopped. The place was filled with policemen and sniffer dogs. At some distance, there was a car and a couple of policemen were checking in and out. Meanwhile, out in the field, there was another group checking something else. Chachaji told me to stand there while he went and checked. It was odd that chachaji brought me this far but not tell me what had happened. He took me away and then in the car he spoke. My parents were brutally murdered. My father, as he said, fell on a rock that punctured his head and he bled to death. It was bad but worse came to my mother as she laid completely naked a few meters away from him. It was obvious what had happened. I didn’t know how to react, to cry or be angry. I stood frozen then and there. We mourned for the many days that followed. There were many people that came to the funeral, some were family, some were doctors and some were politicians. All prayed for one thing, “The criminals are caught and are punished for their crimes.” The prayers paid off as the criminals were caught in 10 days. There was a ray of hope for me in those dark days. At the court hearing, that hope flickered. The person caught was Ganga Singh and his four men. We had proof of their car’s license plate, their faces caught on nearby security camera. Still, they were set free by the judge. In that one hearing, they were able to raise fake witnesses that placed them outside India during the incident, with their stamped passports, and by the end, a group of four other people was caught taking the blame for the crime that was committed. I watched Ganga for one day during that hearing and I was sure that he was the person responsible. Even though he was freed of all charges, I confronted him outside when we stood face to face. I realized he was huge, at least a foot taller than me. “Tell me the truth, Ganga. You killed my parents, didn’t you?” I had intended to grab his collar and ask but didn’t do it as he seemed quite intimidated. Ganga smiled and then came close to my face and spoke. “Yes, I did. Your coward father died because of me. But that was easy. What I did to your mother was far worse. In the middle of that afternoon, we carried her to the field holding her hands and legs. I was the Dushyasan who stripped her out of the sari until none was left on her skin. I shoved my fingers in her pussy to feel the wetness”. “She was enjoying it. Then we fucked her, taking turns, filling every hole of hers with cum. You know we are not responsible for her death, it’s the embarrassment that killed her.” My blood was boiling as he proudly confessed everything. I wanted to kick him to death but it was impossible for someone of my stature. I marched straight to the judge’s resting room to tell that Ganga confessed. I barged in and I saw the Judge sitting with his eyes shut. “Judge saab (sir) Ganga just confessed to me.” “Ah!” I walked in further, “Ganga killed my parents.” “Ahahn!” I went closer when he suddenly opened his eyes saying, “No, don’t come any closerrrrr.” He suddenly stood up which followed by a loud noise and a female voice yelling, “Ouch!” As he stood up completely, I caught a glimpse of his penis hanging out of his pants and white cum leaking out of its head. I was frozen at that moment when I heard someone giggling over my shoulder. It was Ganga. “Come on Champa, your job is done here.” Suddenly, a middle-aged obese woman stepped out from the desk in front of the judge. She was dark-skinned woman wearing an old sari. At that moment her boobs were hanging out which she gently tucked in in front of us and then walked away with Ganga, as he put his arm around her shoulder and shoved inside her blouse squeezing her tit. “Your nipples are hard, you must be horny, are you?”, he asked as they walked away. I was furious to see the judge compromised. I went straight to Chachaji’s place hoping to get justice. But he was no help either. “Listen to me, Rishi. Your parents are dead now. No matter what you do, they aren’t coming back. I think you should focus on your future. Leave Ganga alone, he has connections with people sitting in Delhi. My party or me, we can’t go against him…” He continued to say some things but I didn’t listen. Impolitely, I stood up and rushed away. On my way out, I walked past chachiji but I was too angry to even notice her. Later that night, I was alone in my house. Just sitting in the darkness, thinking what my mother must have gone through. I had taken a copy of all the photos the cops took of my dead parents. He must have been some pervert, the photographer, he took so many pictures of my mother’s naked body, from all possible angles, so many that it would fill an entire playboy magazine. I was aroused seeing those pictures as I pasted them on my bedroom wall. I know, I am disgusting. But that was not my intention behind taking the photos. I was just sitting in the dark hall doing nothing. Suddenly, the lights turned ON. “Where are you, Rishi? Look, I have got some food for you.” It was chachiji who was the only person who cared for me. I could hear her walk closer to me until suddenly, “Rishi! Why are you completely naked? Please cover yourself.” She took a piece of cloth that came first in her hand and she covered me. But I was still angry. I stood up dropping the cloth saying, “I want to feel the pain and embarrassment she felt.” “No, don’t do that to yourself.” Chachi was in tears, wanting to help me. I saw her staring at my penis while she tried to talk to me. She was attracted to it, maybe because of my small body, my penis appears unusually large. Aunt was tempted and so she came close and rested on me while grabbing my dick. I was already half aroused and her soft touch gave me a full erection. “I still care for you”, she said hugging me as she pressed her breasts against my chest while gently rubbing my cock skin. But I was still angry as Ganga’s words echoed in my head. “…I pulled her sari until none was left on her skin…” My heart started beating very fast. That rush of energy overpowered my senses as I started pulling over chachi’s sari until none covered her body. “What are you doing, beta (son), stop!” she screamed while covering her exposed cleavage. “…I ripped her blouse and bra…” It was as if I was using Ganga’s words as instructions and doing the same to chachi. “No beta! don’t!…ahhhhh!” But I stopped her from talking by smooching her lips hard and pulling on her tits. “…we fucked her, taking turns, filling every hole of hers with cum…” I made her lay on the floor naked, as I inserted my dick inside her. I felt no pleasure at that moment but I did it anyway. I groaned with every thrust I gave her. I fucked chachi filling all her holes. I was so furious that night that I never lost my erection until I bathed her entire body with my cum. Although she resisted at first, she enjoyed the fuck as we slept naked on the floor next to each other. “I like rough sex, but only once in a while. Remember that the next time,” she said. Next morning, she woke me up with a kiss until I was out of breath. We took a shower together. While we were naked and washing each other, she spoke, “You are feeling lonely, that’s your problem. You should get married.” “But who will marry me?” “Me… I mean, my daughter.” I did not react to this proposal but she let me fuck her again in the shower. I didn’t believe whatever she proposed but by the next time I visited her place, I saw that she had convinced her daughter and her husband for the marriage. Chachiji hugged and congratulated me. The wedding prep began for the days to follow. Disha, Chachaji’s daughter too was on board with this proposal. She was being very nice to me. Bringing food for me and prepping for the wedding. She would flirt with me, tease me. But every time I tried to get physical, she would say, “Not now bhaiya (brother).” She would laugh gently slapping me and then walk away. I tried to make her call me Rishi but she insisted as she said, “I want to wait until after our marriage, bhaiya.” Every time I saw her, Disha would let me kiss her lips, taste her tongue, get me excited but wouldn’t let me go all the way. In those times, chachi would come to my saviour as she was more than happy to let me fuck her whenever and wherever. By the day of the wedding, I had fucked chachi in her bedroom, their kitchen, the outdoor lawn, the terrace, the garage and once in the clothes store changing room and many other places. She told me to call her ‘mother’. I was attracted to Disha since I saw her grow into a mature woman. So I didn’t mind making her my wife. But this marriage was not just about that, I had a bigger goal in my mind. On the suhagrat (first night after marriage), we sat quietly on the bedside. She gave me a glass of milk to drink. “Okay Rishi bh…” she hesitated. “Rishi. I am ready.” Leaving the glass half full, I stood up in front of her. I made her lay on the bed and went on top of her, kissing her lips. We kissed for one whole minute until I choked her with my tongue. We stripped each other out of her clothes, but I made her keep wearing her jewellery. I took a moment to admire her naked goddess-like beauty. I continued to kiss her fair flawless skin as she moaned with every touch. I kissed her neck. Running down her skin, I sucked on her nipples. They were much smaller than I am usually used to. Then I moved down kissing her belly. I wiggled my tongue inside her belly button making her react to the tickle. “Oh Rishi. Oh Rishi.” she continued to call my name. I rubbed over her clean hairless pussy for a while before shoving my fingers in it. She gave out a loud moan. I continued to finger her pussy. I was playing around with her body as I was unable to reach my full erection. Something was stopping me. She pulled me up to kiss me again on my lips. She used her hands to guide my dick inside her tight virgin pussy. Suddenly, my dick grew inside her as I saw Mandakini maa (her mother) peeping in from a hole in the window. I fucked her gently at first but then slowly, I started pounding her ass, hard. She was enjoying it, moaning, screaming louder with every thrust. Close to the climax, I made her face me as I pounded hold her by the neck. I was no less than any beast at that moment until we both came at the same time. “Thank you, Rishi, it was awesome.” she said while gasping. “Bhaiya…” I corrected her, “Call me Rishi bhaiya.” I made her say those words before she went to sleep. As I saw her sleeping naked next to me, I smiled saying to myself, “Controlling the daughter means controlling the father. This completes the first step to achieve my goal. Now, Rishi bhaiya is on his way of becoming a top politician. Once I achieve that, I can have my revenge.” TO BE CONTINUED > Please do tell me your reactions [email protected]. Also, check out my other stories on this website.