The main day of Diwali arrived with the smell of incense already burning and the distant crackle of early firecrackers. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains in soft gold stripes across the bed.

Ananya woke on her stomach, completely naked, her father’s heavy body half-draped over her. One of his thick thighs was pushed between hers, keeping her legs open. His cock—already hard—rested in the cleft of her ass, the head sticky against her still-tender rear entrance from the night before. Both of her holes felt used and full; slow leaks of his cum from the previous rounds had dried in sticky trails down her inner thighs and between her cheeks.