The village was a world away from the city’s hustle—open fields stretching endlessly, the scent of earth and grass in the air, old mud-walled houses with creaky wooden doors, and a stillness that wrapped you up like a warm blanket. I loved it there, the simplicity, the rawness of it all. What I’m about to share is a wild, dirty tale that’ll leave you hot and bothered, a peek into a secret world I stumbled upon.

It all kicked off when I was staying at my uncle Hitesh’s place. Hitesh was 28, a big, burly guy with a slight beer belly, but his sly, mischievous grin told you he was always up to something. He had this loud, booming laugh that echoed through the village, and he always carried condoms in his pocket, like he was ready for action anytime, anywhere. His sister, my aunt Deepti, was 23, slim as a reed, with a petite frame—small, perky 30-inch tits, a tiny waist, and a tight 32-inch ass.