The Rathore family’s vacation was supposed to be a “relaxing family getaway” after Vikram’s wedding chaos two weeks in a luxury beach resort in Goa, far from the prying eyes of Aurangabad relatives. But everyone knew the truth. Rajesh had booked the most secluded villa on the property, right next to a private stretch of beach that still had a few public paths nearby. “Beach pe chudai ka maza hi alag hai,” he had growled in the plane while Aryan fingered Priya’s choot under her short summer dress the entire flight. Lakshmi had just smirked, already dripping at the thought.

The first three days they behaved… almost. Morning swims where Rajesh’s hand would disappear inside Lakshmi’s bikini bottoms under the water, afternoon naps where Suresh made Priya suck his cock in the beach cabana while the others pretended to sleep. But on the fourth evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky blood-orange, the hunger became unbearable.