Vanished.

Chapter 5: The Nemesis Returns

"What are you doing?" Snigdha asked, nursing the baby as she watched her husband typing furiously at his laptop.

"Answering Vivek's email," he replied.

They had discussed the email last night. Manish was apprehensive but Snigdha had convinced him to welcome his brother to stay at their place as long as he wished.

Manish glanced at the subject line: *I'm Back* So typically Vivek, he thought with a smile.

*Welcome back, Vivek. Looking forward to seeing you. Stay as long as you like. Our home is your home.*

He hit send and closed his laptop, turning to look at Snigdha. She looked so beautiful and glowing as she fed the baby. She had offered him a taste the first time he had seen her feeding their son, but he had cringed. Just about everything about his wife turned him on... but not her milk. That was meant for the baby. God he loved them both.

"All set?" she asked, not looking up from the baby.

Manish nodded, "Yep. Invitation sent. He should be here in a couple of weeka."

Snigdha looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'm excited. It'll be great to have family around."

Manish smiled, "Yeah, it will. I'm a bit nervous though, to be honest. I haven't seen him in years. I don't know what to expect."

Snigdha put the baby down in the cot and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his lips.

"You worry too much, Manish. Vivek is your brother, after all. Life changes us all. You were school kids when you last saw him. I am sure he has grown up, as have you. Remember how awkward you used to be and how hard you made me work to seduce you?"

He smiled at the memory. She was right though. So much had changed in his life -- all for the better -- since he had met her.

He had gone from being a lonely, awkward man, to a happily married man with a beautiful, loving wife and a son. He was content, but he couldn't deny the nervousness he felt at the thought of Vivek coming to stay. He didn't know what to expect, and he hoped that his brother wouldn't disrupt the peaceful life he had built with Snigdha.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he heard from behind.

Biting his tongue, he turned around and returned to the bed.

"I love you," he said kissing his son, "and your mother," he added kissing his wife.

"I love you too," she said, "be careful. Come back to us."

"I will," he promised. "I don't expect to be the hero in any more kidnappings in my life."

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The two weeks passed in a breeze and they found themselves waiting for Vivek at the airport.

They were identical twins, but Manish didn't expect what he saw waking towards them with a broad grin on his face.

Their faces and height were identical, but that's where the resemblance ended.

Vivek was a walking advertisement for masculinity, his broad shoulders and muscled arms stretching the seams of his shirt. His dark hair was cut short, emphasizing his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He exuded an air of confidence and danger that made Snigdha's heart skip a beat as he approached.

"Manish," Vivek said, a wide grin splitting his face as he pulled his brother into a tight hug. "Long time no see."

Manish laughed, clapping his brother on the back. "It has been, all of what... 12 years?You look great, Vivek.

After a little small talk, the family headed towards Manish's new car. Manish and Vivek loaded up the suitcases as Snigdha got the baby settled in the car seat.

"Take the front," she said to Vivek and got in next to her son, "no telling when little devil here will decide to scream demanding to be fed."

Vivek chuckled, "He's a handsome little guy. You two must be a handful for Manish."

"We are," Snigdha said with a smile, "but he's the real baby here, truth be told. More needy than his son."

As Manish started the car, Vivek slapped him on the shoulder, getting in on the passenger side, "You're a lucky man, Manish. She's smoking hot, and you have an adorable son."

Manish felt his stomach clench at the "smoking hot" comment, but let it slide.

On the drive home, Snigdha caught Vivek looking at her repeatedly through the rear view window, and couldn't help blushing. He had an animal like look in his eyes and her persona was so larger than life. He had a magnetism about him.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her son began screaming. Without thinking on pure instinct, she she popped a breast out and guided her son to it. In the rear view window, she noticed Vivek's eyes darken with naked lust and she blushed again.

"Drink up young man," Vivek said jokingly, "any man would give an arm and leg to be treated to what you are getting to enjoy."

Manish looked at his brother sharply. That was totally uncouth and disrespectful. He couldn't she his wife's face turn red in the back seat. She couldn't help imagine Vivek feeding on her breast and the taboo thought turned her on. Her husband wasn't interested in her breastmilk, but she found the thought of a fully grown man feeding on her breast so erotic. She dismissed the thought. I am just being hormonal, she thought.

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It has been two weeks since Vivek has been living with them and she has noticed a number of women making passes at Vivek. She hoped he finds a girl soon because the naked lust with which he looks at her makes her body melt.

One day, after Manish left for work, she fed the baby and put him in the crib as he fell asleep. As she turned around, she saw Vivek at the bedroom door, sharing hungrily at her exposed breast.

She froze. He was next to her in two strides and his mouth was wrapped around her nipple. Snigdha gasped, her hands fisting in his hair as he sucked and nibbled on her sensitive flesh.

A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as milk flowed from her breast into his mouth.

Grabbing her butt cheeks, he pulled her into him and sucked even harder. Her brain was screaming at her to push him away, but she just couldn't. He kept sucking till he drained the breast dry before letting her nipple go and look at her flushed face.

Deliberately looking at her, he freed her other breast from the confines of her bra.

With a smirk, he leaned in to take it into his mouth, his hand squeezing and caressing the one he had just finished with.

"What are you doing, Vivek?" Snigdha asked, her voice shaky, her body trembling with a mix of shock, fear, and arousal.

"I'm hungry," he replied, his voice hoarse with desire, his eyes never leaving hers, "and feeding on the most delicious treat ever".

She looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal. She should have pushed him away, slapped him, or screamed, but she couldn't. He didn't stop till he had emptied the second breast also. Just as abruptly as he had appeared, he walked out of the room.

Snigdha stood there, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps. She was confused and aroused, her body still tingling from the unexpected encounter. She looked down at her breasts, her nipples still hard and sensitive. She could still feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. What had just happened? It was wrong, it was taboo, it was...exciting. She felt a rush of desire, her pussy already slick and ready for more. She quickly put her bra back on, trying to hide her hardened nipples. She needed to get her mind off this.

She quickly changed her clothes, grabbed her keys and headed out to the grocery store, hoping the errand would distract her.

As she was loading the bags into the back of her car, she felt a hand on her waist. She turned around, ready to scream, but the sight of Vivek calmed her down.

"You scared me," she said, her heart still pounding.

"Sorry," he said, his voice low, his eyes dark. "I didn't mean to scare you."

He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. She could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger he couldn't hide. She felt a thrill of excitement, a rush of lust that made her heart pound and her pussy ache.

"I wanted to say sorry if I offended you earlier," he said as they shopped, "I know I am not socially proper. I have never been. I go for what I like without a care in the world about consequences. I have always been that way. When I saw a drop of milk leaking out of your breast, I couldn't think. I just wanted it and took it."

"It's ok," she managed to mutter, "but it's wrong Vivek. I am your brother's wife."

Snigdha felt a surge of guilt, but the guilt was quickly overshadowed by the heat of his gaze. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the hunger that was threatening to consume him.

Quietly, he turned and headed to the checkout counter. He didn't say a word on the drive home. But the tension between them was palpable.

Over the next few days, there was an awkward formality between them when Manish was home. When he was at work, she could feel Vivek's eyes on her, full of lust and desire and she felt her body melt as her hormones overpowered her morals.

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"Do you have to go?" she asked, begging him to reconsider.

"I wish I didn't," he said packing his suitcase, "but I can't get out of this one. It's just two weeks and they will pass in a breeze. With any luck, I will be home before Holi." He added kissing his wife.

"Can't I come with you too?" she asked.

"I would have taken you along if it was just us. What about our son? He hasn't been cleared for a flight yet. Besides, we have a guest at home. How would it look if we left him alone and went out of town together?" Manish asked, caressing his lovely wife's face.

Being alone with him is what I am most afraid of, she thought, but didn't say anything.

"Take care of them Vivek," he said as they reached the living room.

"Don't you worry brother," he replied, "I will take care of everything." As he was saying this his eyes were all over Snigdha's body, the meaning of the comment not lost on her. She felt wetness gush to her pussy, embarrassed by her body's betrayal of her moral values with her husband just a couple feel in front of her.

"I will miss you, Snigdha," Manish said, his voice husky as he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

"You better get going, or you'll miss your flight," Vivek said.

"I'll call you as soon as I land," he promised breaking the kiss. He kissed their sleeping son in the crib before heading out the door.

Turning around, she went to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. She knew she couldn't hide for two weeks. But she also knew she couldn't trust her body around Vivek.

Her son's scream startled her. He was in the crib in the living room, hungry and demanding to be fed.

She felt Vivek's eyes on her as she picked her son up and headed back to the bedroom.

"You can feed her here Bhabhi," Vivek said.

Her mind was screaming for her to head back to the bedroom, but her feed headed to the couch in the living room as if on auto pilot.

As she sat down, she realized how preposterous the situation was. She was about to feed her son in front of another man, but this wasn't just any man. This was her husband's identical twin, a man who had more than made no secret of his lust for her body -- a man who had already milked her breasts before.

She knew Vivek was watching when she bared a breast and guided her son's mouth to her nipple. Vivek sat on a chair across from her, not bothering to hide the erection in his track pants.

Snigdha's face flushed as she fed her son, feeling the weight of Vivek's gaze on her body. She could see the hungry look in his eyes, the way his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip. She felt hot all over, her body responding to his blatant desire despite her brain screaming at her to stop this insanity.

As her son finished feeding, he fell asleep. As she put him back in the crib, she saw Vivek stand up through the corner of her eyes.

As she stood up and looked at Vivek staring at her naked breast, she couldn't help reaching out and guiding his mouth to her nipple.

She felt his hot tongue lave her hard flesh, his teeth nipping at her, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her pussy. Milk gushed out filling his mouth.

His mouth latching on to her nipple, he lifted her in his arms like a rag doll and carried her to the bedroom.

Stripping her out of her night gown, he lay her in bed and resumed milking her breast.

He sucked, pulled and nibbled at her sensitive nipple, his hand squeezing and caressing her other breast.

"So fucking sweet," he groaned. He could feel her squirming underneath him, her moans getting louder, her panties soaked with her wetness.

He dropped his track pants in one swift motion. He kept sucking till the breast was empty, before taking the other nipple in his mouth.

He sucked hard on it, his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin, driving her wild. She could feel the pleasure radiating through her body, her pussy throbbing and aching for attention.

"Fuck, Vivek," she moaned, her hand reaching for the hardness in his boxers, "that feels so good."

Without letting go of her nipple, he guided her hand inside his boxers and she started stroking him.

"I want you so bad Bhabi," he moaned into her breast.

In reply, Snigdha just moaned and continued stroking his erection.

She could feel it throbbing in her hand, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Once he was done feeding, she knelt up, pushing him back against the pillow. She took him out, his cock springing free, hard and ready. She gasped at his size. He was nearly twice her husband, in both girth and length. Every nerve ending in her body wanted him inside her.

"Shit, Bhabhi, you're fucking beautiful," Vivek groaned as she leaned down to take him in her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. She licked the length of his shaft, feeling it jump in her hand. She took him deep into her throat, gagging slightly as he hit the back.

She pulled back, gasping for air, before taking him in again, this time going deeper. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand gripping the base of his cock, her other hand cupping his balls.

"Fuck, Bhabhi, that feels amazing," Vivek groaned, his hips bucking upwards, fucking her face.

She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his stomach, her gag reflex triggering. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, his pre-cum leaking into her throat. She could smell his musk, a mix of sweat, soap, and pure male.

She could taste his essence, salty and slightly bitter. She wanted more. She pulled back, gasping for air, before taking him in again, this time going deeper.

"Fuck, Bhabhi," Vivek groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, fucking her mouth. "I am going come." Vivek groaned as Snigdha went down on him deeper, taking the full length of his shaft into her throat. His hands fisted in her hair, controlling her movements, fucking her mouth like it was her cunt.

Snigdha moaned around his cock, her mouth full of him, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her.

Vivek roared as his cock exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working to milk him dry. He pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her back. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, her lips swollen from his cock, her hair disheveled, and her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

"Fuck, you're amazing, Bhabhi," he praised, his gaze roaming over her body. "My turn now."

Vivek growled as he pushed her legs open wide, his hands gripping her ankles. He knelt between her legs, burying his face in her sweet, fragrant cunt, kissing, licking, biting her over her panties. She cried out in pure pleasure.

After a minute or so, Vivek pulled her panties down. As they got stuck on her ankles, she kicked them off impatiently. Vivek then spread her legs wide open, and admired her glistening pussy. He wanted his dick inside her so bad, but he was going to make her come first. He leaned in, and began licking her from ass to clit, then back down again. He did it again and again, each time going a little deeper, a little harder, a little faster.

Snigdha was moaning and writhing under him, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He looked up at her and smiled, then slipped a finger into her.

She moaned loudly his finger filling her up. "Fuck, you're tight," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. He started pumping his finger in and out of her, making her moan even louder.

"You like that, don't you, Bhabhi?" he asked, his voice commanding.

"Yes," she moaned, "please more."

He added a second finger, stretching her wider. She could feel the burn as he pushed them in deeply, his mouth sucking on clit and rubbing it with his tongue in rough circles.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers pumping faster, "cum in my mouth Bhabhi" he mumbled into her pussy.

With his fingers still inside her, he slid his tongue out and lapped at her clit, sending her into a frenzy. She was bucking against his face, her hips grinding against his hand as he finger fucked her. The room was filled with her moans and the sloshing sound of her pussy. He could smell her arousal, the scent intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it. He flicked her clit with his tongue and stroked her g-spot with his fingers, making her scream out in pleasure.

"Yes, Yes, Yes! Vivek! Don't stop. Oh God yesssss!" she screamed.

And then she erupted in the most violent squirting orgasm of her life.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as she bucked against Vivek's face. Pulling his fingers out of her, he took her pussy in his mouth. Nowhere else to go, her squirts filled his mouth and he drank her up hungrily.

"Fucking delicious," he groaned, coming up for air.

Snigdha was panting, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm.

"I want more," he said taking her in his mouth again. He ate her through two more earth shattering orgasms, each more violent and lasting longer than the previous as she fed him three back-to-back squirting orgasms.

Snigdha was delirious with pleasure, her body aching and her mind in a haze. She couldn't believe how much her body could take and how much she could come. She felt like she was going to pass out from pleasure overload.

And then he was in her. He was HUGGE...bigger than anything she had ever felt before. She gasped, her hips arching up to meet his.

"Fuck, you are so tight," he groaned, his voice deep and raw. He moved slowly, letting her body adjust to his size. He watched her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent moan. He could see the pleasurable pain in her expression, and it turned him on even more.

"Look at me, Bhabhi," he commanded, his voice like velvet. Snigdha's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his.

The raw hunger and desire in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. She nodded, her body already aching for him.

He began to move, slowly at first, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. But she wanted more, she wanted all of him, now.

"Fuck me hard, Vivek," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want all of you."

A wicked grin spread across his face as he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely.

Snigdha cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The feeling of him inside her was overwhelming, both painful and pleasurable. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her, the way he hit all the right spots.

He started to move faster, his hips slamming into hers, his cock sliding in and out of her with force.

She could feel him hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending electric shocks through her body.

She could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body aching for more.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "Don't stop, Vivek. Fuck me harder."

Vivek growled, his hips slamming into hers with force. He could feel her pussy gripping his cock like a vice, her moans driving him wild. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't take it anymore.

They both hit their high together. They both screamed in pleasure as he flooded her depths with his hot sperm. She could feel rivers of hot thickness fill her. She waited for him to go limp and pull out, but that didn't happen.

He kept fucking her even after he stopped cumming, showing no signs of going limp.

He turned her around on her belly without pulling out of her and started plowing her hard and deep till he came inside her a second time.

He finally collapsed on top of her, His limp cock still inside her. When he kissed her, she realized that this was the first time he was kissing her... after cumming twice in her pussy and once in her mouth.

He rolled off her body and slowly drifted off to sleep. She was about to drift off to sleep herself when her son started crying.

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He woke up a few hours later while she was cooking lunch and fucked her in the kitchen.

He took her from behind, her hands braced against the kitchen counter, her ass pushed back against him. She moaned as he slammed into her, his fingers digging into her hips.

Like he had earlier, he creamed her pussy twice back-to-back. She had two more orgasms around his cock.

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That night, they fucked again, and through the next day, and every single day and night through the two weeks.

He was insatiable, his hunger for her body relentless. She was a helpless slave to her desire, her body aching for him, craving his touch, his taste, his cock.

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