The neat double storey house was located on a wide, eucalyptus tree lined street, in North Nazimabad, Karachi.
The street was neatly cut in two halves by a storm drain that over the years had become more of a shallow depression, than an actual flood defense.
The house was painted white with a neat hedgerow in front of the high boundary wall, with a large dark green gate that leads to the car porch.
Nineteen-year-old Taimur had come home from college late. He had showered and changed into his sleeping shalwar (loose baggy trousers) and a vest and lay down on his bed.
Taimur lived with his parents, one brother and two sisters. The eldest sister Alia (22) was married with a baby; and then there was his sister Nabila aged 19, just finished high school. His brother Nasir was a newly appointed, junior officer in the Ministry of Trade.
His arms folded behind his head, he watched the ceiling fan spinning franticly, fighting a losing battle with the afternoon heat of a breezeless April day.
His mind went back to the reason he was late getting home these days. He had been at Zain's large, luxury bungalow in the posh phase 5 Gizri D.H.A. Karachi.
Zain was a college friend from a wealthy and socially active family. The only son, he was given almost total freedom to do what he wanted.
It was six months now since Zain had first invited him over. As they had driven up the hill towards the leafy shaded road where Zain lived, Zain had asked Taimur what he thought of his (Zain's) mother.
Taimur had met her several times over the years he had known Zain and had a very favorable opinion of her.
"Auntie bahut achi aur sweet hai." (Auntie is very nice and sweet) Taimur answered.
"Numkin bhe." (Salty too) Zain had said with a sly smile.
Taimur had been puzzled by that answer but ignored it.
Auntie Zoobia had been at home and had greeted Taimur with a smile as Zain had leaned in close to her and kissed her on the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but to Taimur, who had never seen any man kiss a woman before, it had been shocking.
Taimur had followed Zain into his room, where Zain had casually turned on the big screen T.V. and flipped to a cable music channel.
Taimur had sat down on the chair and watched as sexy, barely dressed girls danced provocatively... No wonder his father would not allow a T.V. in his home.
Taimur's Lund had been hard as an iron rod. His Shalwar tenting up in his lap as he watched wide eyed as two girls in bikinis moved together provocatively.
"Yaar!" Zain had said, "Is ki gaand dekh... kya gaand hai!" (Dude! look at her ass... what an ass).
Taimur had watched the ass' move and had felt his cock tip leaking as he watched. His hand had gone to the hard meat in his shalwar and stroked it instinctively.
"Yaar! Yeh dekh!" (Dude! See this!) Zain had said as Taimur saw him pick up the remote control and click a button.
There on the screen was something that had made Taimur almost cum in his shalwar.
He had watched a long-wet cock sliding in and out of a bushy black-haired pussy. He had seen porno magazines and so knew what a choot looked like, but those magazines had nothing like this.
There in color, was a man fucking a woman. Actually screwing in living color.
The volume had been up and the sounds of the actors panting and groaning had been clearly audible.
Suddenly the cock was pulled out and the man's hand grabbed it as it had spilled a thick white creamy liquid onto the black bush of the woman he had recently been pumping. The man had then used his cock to rub his cream into the bush as Taimur watched the woman reach down and dip her fingers in the cum.
The camera shot had switched to the woman, a middle-aged woman, licking cum off her fingers as a young man had sucked a nipple topping one of big fat breasts.
Whatever language they had been speaking, one word had been crystal clear; the young man had said 'mama'.
Taimur had looked at Zain in shock, "Did he just call her his mother?" He had asked.
Zain had his cock in his hands and had been gently stroking it as he smoked a cigarette casually.
Zain had nodded and said, "Donu Maa beta hain." (They are mother and son)
Taimur had cum in his shalwar.
"Yeh na mumkin hai yaar!" (That is not possible) He had protested.
Zain had laughed as he had seen the shocked look on Taimur's face. "Yaar! They're actors. The story is about incest... you know, Madarchode. (Mother fucking)
Taimur had watched as the film moved on to a dinner table where a young girl and an older man joined the two who had just been fucking in a civilized dining scene.
"Look" Zain had said, "That is the father and sister of the boy, the father has already had the daughter twice, should I rewind it for you?"
"This is only a movie, right?" Taimur had asked slowly, "Father and daughter? Mother and son?"
Zain nodded as he said, "and in the next scene the sister gets fucked by her brother in the shower. Aur wooh bhe gaand main."(And that too, is in the ass)
Taimur had watched as the movie switched to a scene with the brother and sister smooching and squeezing each other in the shower.
Taimur watched as the sister had turned around and bent over, pulling her buttocks apart revealing her anus.
The brother had wasted no time in aiming his cock at the exposed butt hole and sinking it into his sister.
There had been several scenes after that and Taimur was hard as ever when Zain took him home.
"But these things don't happen really... do they?' Taimur had asked.
"Yaar!" Zain had said with a sly smile "Is duniya mai, sub Kuch chalta ha. Jub admi gharam hai, tu kissi ki bhi choot chaleegi.' (Dude, in this world, anything goes. A horny guy will fuck any cunt he can get)
Taimur had thought this over carefully and then he had shaken his head.
"Nahin." He had said firmly, "Yeh Pakistan mai nahin ho sakta." (No. This cannot happen in Pakistan)
Zain had looked at him with a mysterious smile and said, "Mare bhai, Pakistan mai sub Kuch chalta ha. App buhat masoom hoo.' (My Brother, in Pakistan everything happens. You are just an innocent).
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It was Zain who had made Taimur aware of his sister Alia's sex appeal.
He often dropped Taimur home in his new car after college before picking his mother up from her volunteer work.
Zain always had a cold drink or a cup of tea when he dropped Taimur.
Alia had been home about a week when Zain had seen her for the first time.
She had come into the drawing room holding a tray with cola and snacks on it and slipping her slippers gracefully off her feet had walked over to Zain and offered him the cola.
She had smiled pleasantly and called him "Bhai" (brother) very correctly.
She did not make eye contact with him, and kept her head fully covered.
Taimur had seen Zain stare at Alia, as she left, and noticed that he smiled that sly smile he used when checking out college Chokries, (Babes) or watching a hot looking woman cross the street at the traffic lights.
As Taimur watched Alia leave, he seemed to notice for the first time that she was a woman.
Taimur had become aware of the sexual magnetism of Alia since then. The sway of her hips as she walked, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed held him helplessly in their power.
Zain seemed to spend more time at Taimur's house after that day too. Even when his mother's social work moved to another area of the city, Zain still made the out-of-the-way journey to drop Taimur home.
Taimur noticed also that Alia seemed to be moving a bit more sexily when Zain was around. She seemed to like the attention Zain gave her.
Alia's arranged marriage to a cousin (Tahir) had not been successful. Her in-laws and her parents had thought that a few months of separation would calm the friction between Alia and her husband. So, she had been sent back to her father's home and into that grey area of semi-separation.
Motherhood had agreed with Alia. Her complexion, though always fair, had taken on a glow that was hard to describe. Her figure had filled out. Gone was the thin, flat 5 ft 4 girl of pre-marriage. In its place was a hot 36 25 36 sexy woman who made heads turn wherever she went.
Not that Alia dressed provocatively. With a father like hers, to leave the house uncovered from head to toe was unthinkable. Call it chemistry or simple sex appeal, the fact was Alia gave off a strong sexual signal that could not be hidden behind a chaddar.
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Zain had made various remarks about Alia. All quite harmless and polite at first but, as time went by, and Zain and Taimur watched more and more porno and read more and more porno stories, Taimur found the remarks getting more sexual.
At first, he was annoyed, but he began to realize what a turn on it was to listen to Zain compare a certain porno actress's ass to his mother's ass and breasts to Alia's.
Zain was careful to never go too far but, Taimur was himself beginning to put Alia's face to the actresses he watched getting pumped on the TV screen.
Each film would fill his mind with another fantasy of Alia.
Without commenting about it, he began to notice that most of the 'totas' (porno films) Zain put on were incest stories. Brother's screwing sisters, sons humping mothers and fathers pumping daughters with lots of vocal 'Daddy' and 'mama' groans.
The language was a problem, as most of the dialogue was in German, Swedish or French. There were a few English language ones, but they were not as 'hot' as the other films.
One day Zain had asked, "Alia! kiya karte ha, Sukoon kay liya?" (What does Alia do for relief?)
They had been watching a very intense film in which, a mother was riding the cock of one son while another son, was slamming his cock in her butt hole. The father, seated in an easy chair close by, was holding the firm ass of his daughter, as she happily and very loudly rode his impressive cock.
Taimur had blinked and still staring at the orgy on the TV screen had asked, "Mutlab?" (Meaning?)
Zain had continued, "Sex Yaar! Tumhari Appa nay Lund ka zaika lay liya ha, tu ab unkay under wooh piyas aur bhur choki hogi. Natural say baat ha. (Sex Dude! Your big sister has tasted a prick and must be hungry for it now. It's only natural.)
Taimur had thought about that, and then he had shrugged and said "Nahin maloom yaar. Shayed Ungli say kaam chala layti hongi. (No idea. Maybe she fingers herself)
Zain had laughed and said "Tum kaissy bhai ho? un ki madad karo; Unko Chodu" (What kind of brother are you? Help her out; fuck her)
A few months earlier and that statement would have led to a fist fight but now, after exposure to the world of incest pornography, the idea of fucking Alia was not so shocking or unimaginable. He had fantasized about it often enough. Every time he super imposed her face onto some actress getting fucked on the screen and imagined his cock piston in and out of her choot, he was committing incest in his mind.
From then on, the talk about Alia got hotter and more lustful. When Taimur retaliated by saying Zain should first fuck his own mother. Zain had laughed like a mad man. Wiping a tear from his eye as he had finally stopped laughing, Zain had said simply "Great idea Dude".
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Then today Zain had told him he had a surprise for him, A Desi Madarchode Tota. (South Asian Incest Porno flick).
Taimur had been stunned by the news. A real desi incest flick?
It had been obvious from the start that it was an amateur film. No credits. No Title. No gentle lead into the story; Just there on the screen suddenly, was a woman's bare back with the handy cam focusing in on the fat butt and the long lund slamming in and out of the woman's choot, doggy style.
The image was raw and hard but what made the film so great was the sound of the woman panting and, moaning as she demanded satisfaction.
"Chode Harami! Zor sai chodu apni Maa ko! Mai na kiya mard pedda kiya ha! Chodu Mujhe!" (Fuck you bastard! Fuck your mother hard.) The woman gasped out.
"Low kutti! Mai tumari choot Phar dunga! Yeh low! Low apnay beta ka lund!" (Take it bitch! I am going to break your cunt! Take this! Take your son's cock!) The man said.
The handy cam now moved down to the side of the couple and Taimur got a side view of the lund ramming into the choot.
The couple were still hurling abuse at each other as they fucked.
Taimur was vaguely uneasy watching the film. Something about it was familiar.
"Oh Ammi! Mou khullo! Mou idhar karo jaldi!" (Oh mother! Open your mouth! Turn towards me, quickly) The man said urgently.
There was a moment of confusion as the handy cam blurred and then Taimur saw the top of a woman's head moving franticly as she sucked the lund of the young man.
There was the sound of heavy breathing as the man panted "Chosoo mera lund kutti! Mare Manni pilo. ahhh ahhhhhhhhh! (Suck my cock bitch! Swallow my cum)
The handy cam shook as the man let out a cry of pleasure and the woman sucked.
Taimur was as usual, pulling on his erect lund trying to postpone his own release of sperm.
The 15 minutes of video tape was no masterpiece, but the sheer raw sexual power of watching too amateurs fuck and curse in Urdu was a total mind fuck.
The man had stopped coming; the woman released his cock from her mouth and taking hold of it looked up and smiled into the handy cam lens.
"Itna zaiyda manni behta? Tum nai mutth nahi mare aj kiya?" (So much cum son? Didn't you jerk off today?) she asked before beginning to lick his lund clean.
Taimur stared in unbelieving shock as his lund spat a ball busting load of cum out into his fist.
There was no way it was possible, but his eyes saw at once why the film was familiar... It was shot in Zain's room, the 'Linkin Park' poster was there on the screen and on the wall and the woman not only looked like Zoobia auntie, it WAS Zoobia auntie.
The screen went blank as Taimur turned to look at Zain, sitting behind him on the bed.
"Jee haan Mare bhai. Wooh Mai aur Ammi thi." (Yes my brother. That was me and mum) Zain said with a smile.
Taimur could only stare in silence as Zain told him how he had been having sex with his own mother for several years. In fact, his mother had taken his virginity.
Taimur had listened in growing excitement as he found himself thinking of fucking his own mother and sisters.
As Taimur lay thinking, his lund as hard as ever, he sighed in frustration. Looking quickly sideways he saw that his elder brother, Nasir (20) was snoring away in the bed next to him in only his briefs.
If their father were to come in now, Nasir would be tugged by the ear to his feet and given a shout for being improperly dressed. Their father was a man with old fashioned views on just about everything. Dress code included.
No doubt Nasir, would be made to wear full shalwar Kamiz (Long shirt and baggy trousers) even to sleep in. Taimur wondered if his father showered in his clothes, perhaps nudity was taboo even alone in the shower?
Taimur lifted his legs straight up and let the legs of his shalwars balloon out down as the breeze of the fan penetrate to his manhood.
After Zain had asked him what Alia did for relief, months before, he had started to spy on her. Finally, he had managed to catch her in the washroom leaning back against the wall; her eyes closed she pushed a hand down the front of her shalwar and played with herself. Unfortunately, she had not undressed so Taimur, had been unable to see her body, as he himself masturbated outside the washroom window.
That had confirmed to him, the truth of Zain's words. Alia was hot and horny after getting no sex, after months of regular fucking.
Taimur heard his mother in the kitchen and realized that it was already 5pm and time to get up. As always Alia would be sitting in the lounge in her kamiz. (Long shirt)
He quickly dressed and went to the lounge as usual.
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Alia smiled as Taimur came into the lounge and sat down. She was not embarrassed that her hard leaking nipple was staining her kamiz. To be honest, it made her feel very sexy to know a man was looking at her breasts, even if that man was her own brother.
Alia had noticed the look on Taimur's handsome tanned face, the first time she had seen him looking at her breasts. It was a look she had seen on her Tahir's face many times... the times when he wasn't arguing with her that is.
The tenting of his shalwar had confirmed what she suspected. Taimur was being turned on by the sight of her leaking breasts.
It wasn't only Taimur though, there was also his friend Zain who watched her with that hungry look, men seemed to have that look wherever she went. In Zain's case, his horny smile and lusty eyes didn't repulse or scare her. She actually liked it and made subtle gestures that she knew told him she liked it.
She bit her lip and squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt her choot (pussy) get hot and wet. Thinking about Zain and Taimur made her hot.
She had at first been appalled that Taimur could be the object of desire. Her own brother. But as she had often done as she fingered herself for relief, she fantasized about him fucking her. Since sex outside marriage was unthinkable, why not break every taboo in your mind. If you were going to finger fuck yourself till you came all over your fingers, why not make it as hot and nasty a fantasy as possible?
The hot lustful stares Taimur was unable to conceal made her feel hot.
It had been six months since she had been fucked last. A final hard, rough, goodbye fuck from her husband before he told her she was going back to her parents.
Her mind went to that night, remembering the pleasure she had felt as he had slammed his long hard burning hot Lund (cock) into her, over and over again, until she had cum with him.
Whatever the differences between them, sex was one area in which they were perfect for each other.
Her wedding night fears as he took her virginity had soon been overtaken by her natural sex drive. She remembered the surprised yet happy look on his face as she had quickly adjusted to his size and invasion of her, and matched his thrusts with her own.
The blood-stained sheet had been her salvation, its presence proof of her just taken virginity.
Alia, lost in her own thoughts suddenly realized that she was massaging and squeezing her heavy breast in plain sight of her brother. It was her luck and curse to be a milk machine. She always had more milk than the baby wanted. Her breasts sometimes ached with the pain of it.
She had drifted off in her thoughts and begun to squeeze and expel excess milk from her breast automatically only realizing her actions when Taimur stood up and closed the door of the lounge.
She smiled and began to lift her kamiz as Taimur knelt beside her and took a breast in his shaking hands and started squeezing and milking them as she had done.
Taimur looked mesmerized as he squeezed his sister's breast and saw the milk drip from her nipple.
Alia was shocked at him but soon gave in to the pleasure his hands were giving her.
She saw him bend and lick the milk tipped nipple and sighed. It was so good. It was so relaxing to feel her breasts being slowly drained of the painful excess milk.
The sound of their mother calling everyone to take tea brought them both to their senses.
Taimur looking shocked, scared and confused, released her breast and stood up, his Lund hard as steel in his shalwar kamiz and his balls throbbing painfully.
Alia said a silent thank you to him as their eyes met and she saw the effect she had on him.
Her pussy was almost weeping with desire as she adjusted her kamiz and told him to go and take tea.
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The house was in darkness. The power had gone out in the whole area. It was 10.30pm and only Taimur and Alia were at home.Taimur had suffered throughout the evening. His erect Lund had refused to go down even though he had masturbated twice. He thought again about the amazing events of the afternoon. He had watched Alia seem to drift away into a dream world. Her face had turned red with some secret thoughts he could only guess at. Then as she had begun manipulating her breast, as if in a trance he had felt himself stand up and close the door. He had seemed to be in dream as he knelt in front of her and took hold of her fair skinned, fat breast. He thought he could still taste her milk in his mouth. Naturally he couldn't, but the mind can play strange tricks on you.
He and Alia sat in silence on the terrace roof of the house, enjoying the cool yet weak breeze that rolled in from the sea. The rest of the family was at Sea View promenade in Clifton trying to escape the heat.
Alia had not wanted to go. Taimur had seen a smile on Alia's lips as he had volunteered to stay behind with her.
A strange nervousness came over him as she looked at him.
The lights had gone off almost as the family all got in the small Suzuki Hi-Roof minivan, and this seemed to make them hurry to escape the house.
As always, like so many others, Alia and Taimur had headed to the roof and some relief from the heat.
They had sat in silence, on a rug, in the moonlit night.
"Baji?" (Elder sister) Taimur asked, "Kiya Main Kamiz utar sakta hoon?" (Can I take my Kamiz Off?)
"Haan, utarlo, Papa nahi hain." (Take it off, father isn't here) Alia said.
Taimur heard Alia sigh.
"Kiya baat hai Baji?" (What's wrong?) He asked.
Alia had replied 'nothing' and Taimur saw her cup her breasts, she was massaging them.
"You are in pain?" Taimur asked, his Lund hard as rock his heart racing.
Alia nodded and sighed again, her kamiz was wet with the excess milk that was leaking from her breasts.
Taimur knelt facing her and looked into her eyes.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
Alia was hot. She had been all day and especially since the afternoon. She looked around and then stood up then headed for the stairs, she stopped in the doorway of the stairway and looked hard at Taimur before stepping down the first flight of steps.
Taimur was sitting in silence when he heard Alia call his name.
Taimur went to the stairway and saw that Alia was leaning against a wall with her kamiz off and her breasts naked.
He went down to her and began to squeeze and suck on the leaking nipples like a hungry baby. Alia sighed and bit her lips to stop from crying out.
As Taimur sucked and squeezed her breasts she felt her pussy throb and get hotter and wetter.
Alia felt Taimur press himself against her, his hard lund pressing eagerly against her tummy; it just made her moan with hunger. Her husband had never missed a chance to screw her. How she wished Tahir were there now, fucking her as he used to. She felt almost insane with the desire to be fucked.
Taimur took her left buttock in his hand and squeezed mercilessly as he rubbed himself against her. His erect Lund pressed hot and demandingly at her tummy. He tasted her milk and suckled at her left then her right nipple as her hands played with his hair and neck.
Alia's legs opened and her hand struggled with the Nara (cord) holding her white shalwar up. Taimur's hands joined hers and helped her untie the knot in the cord. They were both breathing heavily now, hungry for each other.
Alia was driven by the heat in her choot while Taimur was driven by the aching in his balls and the fear that he would shoot his load before he was in her.
Neither thought of their blood relationship now. Pure animal sexuality had taken over. They both needed to fuck desperately.
Alia allowed Taimur to tug her shalwar down and then helped him untie his own shalwar, they were hurrying now. Both wild with lust.
As Taimur let his shalwar fall to his ankles. Alia took hold of his shaft and guided its wet head to the entrance of her choot.
Taimur instinctively bent his knees as he moved between her legs and took hold of her ass.
With the experienced hand of someone who had done this many times before, Alia placed his cock head at her dripping entrance and groaned as she felt him thrust upwards into her cunt.
Taimur felt his head spin as he felt the unexpected heat and wetness of her hole. He had never imagined a girl was like this inside. Smooth and soft yes; but so hot. So very wet.
He began pumping almost as soon as he had entered her, his balls and groin smeared with the juice almost flooding from Alia's choot.
He held her ass and pressed his still vest covered chest against her breasts. They were both panting and groaning now and after only a few hard thrusts, Taimur came. Spitting his sperm into the hungry cunt of his sister.
Sweat dripped from them, running down their bodies as the held tightly to each other and Taimur filled her.
Alia clung to Taimur with all the strength she had. Her hands holding his firm tight butt as she enjoyed the feel of his juice pumping into her.
He had cum too quickly for her, she was still hot and hungry for more... there was always later.
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"Aaram sai Taimur," (Slowly Taimur) Alia whispered softly in her younger brother's ear. He was lying on her, his slim buttocks rising and falling between her milky white thighs as he fucked her.
"Oh, Appa!" Taimur moaned, "Mujh say bardast nahi ho sakta!" (I can't take it anymore) and with that and a final thrust of his slim hips, he shot his load of Bhai ka Pani (Brother Juice) into her hungry choot (pussy).
Alia felt his hot semen flood her as his Lund (cock) throbbed in her.
She had been so close to her orgasm, but he had cum too quickly again; she was still hot.
Taimur slowly got off her and flopped down beside her on the bed.
It was early morning. Most of the family were asleep. Nasir, the elder brother, Taimur shared a room with, was out of town on official business.
The chance to fuck had made Alia and Taimur plan for her to sneak into his room at around 2 am.
This was the third morning they had done this. Nasir was due home in the afternoon and that would make it hard for them to enjoy each other.
Alia got up and quickly dressed, she had to get back before her sister would wonder where she was. She felt her brother's seed trickling down her thighs and looked at him as he lay naked on the bed, his Lund lying sideways across his hip, all wet and sticky. She felt like sucking it, but time was short.
She had just stepped out into the darkened hall when she gasped and felt an arm go around her waist and a hand clamp on her mouth to silence her scream.
"Aahista Alia," (Hush Alia) a male voice whispered in her ear, "It's me Nasir."
Nasir opened the door to his room and pushed Alia back inside.
Taimur sat up startled to see Nasir push Alia roughly back into the room where he lay still naked on the bed.
Alia gasped and turned away from Taimur covering her face with her hands as Taimur pulled the bedsheet over his still semi-erect Lund.
Nasir looked at them both very calmly and said, "OH Please!"
He sat on his bed and looked at Alia and Taimur with a half-smile on his lips.
"Mai nay sub kuch daikha ha. Masoom bun nay ki koshish matt karo," (I saw everything. stop trying to be so innocent) He said softly.
Taimur was shaking as he listened to Nasir speak. He was scared to death of what Nasir might do next.
Alia was also scared but she asked "Kiya Daikha?" (Saw what?)
She adjusted her dupatta on her head and tried to look innocent all the while feeling the now cool semen of Taimur slipping out of her choot and down her thighs.
Nasir looked at her and smiled "Taimur aur Tum, Kiya or bolu?" (Taimur and you, should I say more?)
Then with an evil smile he added, 'Ya tumhari shalwar utaro, tangey khulkay aur Taimur ka manni dekhaoo, app ki choot main? "(Or should I pull your trousers down, open your legs and show you Taimur's spunk in your cunt?)
"Taimur aur Main? Kiya Mutlab hai tumhara?" (Taimur and me? what do you mean?) Alia asked in a shaky voice trying to sound brave.
He then explained how he had come home early and heard strange noises from his room and a light on, finding the door unlocked, he had slowly opened it and peeped in. There, in the soft light of a bedside table lamp, he had seen a nude Taimur heaving and panting between Alia's naked thighs and watched as they fucked. He had closed the door when he saw Taimur collapse on Alia, having cum.
Taimur received a slap from Alia as she hissed, "I Told you to lock the door you fool!"
Nasir laughed and leaned back on the bed resting on his Elbows, his legs slightly parted.
"Bus karo Alia, bus karo." (Enough Alia enough) Nasir said, "Daikho Alia, Mayna nay shore machaya nahi par-pitna shuru karo." (Look Alia, I haven't made a scene or started beating anyone up.)
Reaching under the shirttail of his kamiz (long baggy shirt), and adjusting his hard-on, he continued, "Main samhj sakta hoon kay app ko sex k zaroort hai." (I understand you need sex). Sitting straight and with a big grin he added, "Mujhe bhe zaroorat hai." (Me too)
Alia and Taimur stared at each other unsure what to do. Nasir was so calm and cool about it all. It seemed unnatural.
"Kuch samhaj ai?" (Understand?) He asked looking hard at Alia.
Alia nodded; She had noted the hard-on tenting Nair's shalwar-kamiz (clothes) as he sat on the bed and had already decided to offer herself to him even before he asked. After fucking one of her brothers, what difference would be, being fucked by the other make? Incest was incest no matter whose Lund pumped her.
Nasir decided to take charge and said calmly, "Alia go and wash your pussy in our washroom and then Taimur, go and take a long shower."
Nasir then walked over to the bedroom door and locked it. Pulling his Kamiz off as Alia stepped quickly into the bathroom to wash her choot clean of Taimur's spunk.
When Alia came back out of the washroom, she knew what to expect.
Nasir and Taimur were physically very similar. 5 ft 6 with slender but well-muscled bodies and a light brown complexion, Nasir had a short beard though that was rather straggly and untrimmed.
Taimur watched nervously, his own Lund re-hardening as he thought about his elder brother and sister screwing in his room where he could watch.
"Hay Harami! Tu nay apna maza lay liya, ab tu under ja."(Hey bastard! You've had your fun now go inside) Nasir said as he untied the Nara holding his shalwar up.
Alia watched Taimur quickly dash into the bathroom and locked the outside latch like Nasir told her to do. 'The little sister fucker will watch us otherwise as he jerks off' Nasir had said casually, as he stepped out of his Shalwar.
Alia turned to see her brother standing naked in front of her, cupping his hairless balls in his hands and pulling gently on the thick long length of his Lund. (cock)
Alia saw at once that he was bigger than Taimur, probably 1 or 2 inches longer and even bigger than her husband's talented cock.
Like her husband and Taimur, Nasir's Lund was darker than the rest of him. Probably because of the blood engorging it, it looked a dark angry brown. Nasir was also completely shaven, not a single black curly pubic hair on his groin or balls or under his arms...
Nasir came over to her and turned her around, making her bend down as he pulled the shirttail of her kamiz up over her milky white ass and slapped her fat butt playfully.
"Pahla chakar jaldi say karma ha," (First round quickly) he said as he pulled her shalwar down and took up position behind her, aiming his fat hot cock head at her wet slit.
Alia braced herself as she felt his cock head split and slice its way in the succulent slit of her hot bald pussy.
Alia felt his cock stretch and fill her as no Lund had done before. She felt her resisting pussy give way and absorb him, welcoming his intrusion with a flood of pussy juice.
Nasir was holding her hips now and moving slowly but confidently in and out of his sister's fuck box with experience and self-control.
Alia was already moaning softly in pleasure. This was what she needed not the wild uncontrolled pumping Taimur gave her but, the steady deep thrusts her brother was giving her. Each inward thrust sent his cock deep into her, his cock head bumping against her wombs cervix as his balls slapped against her smooth, soft, fair thighs.
Alia wondered why she had wasted time on Taimur when such a cock was under the same roof. Nasir was like her husband who had a good prick and knew how to use it. Then she smiled as she realized that Taimur with his wild fucking was still a great way to get rid of some heat.
She reached between her legs, her fingers softly stroking Nasir's balls as he rammed her now with increasing speed and heavier breathing. The 'thuk! Thuk! Sound of his balls slapping against her thighs as his prick plowed into her.
Nasir watched as his long dark brown pole moved in and out of Alia's wet sloppy choot. He stroked and squeezed the fair-skinned full buttocks of her and pulled the cheeks apart to see the hairless depression of her butt crack and the twitching entrance to her anus.
Nasir felt the growing heat and wetness in his sister's choot and felt good, Obviously Taimur was not giving her all she needed, and he was happy to 'fill-in' for Taimur and his brother-in-law.
Nasir had been out of town with a group of officials at a seminar, where he had taken the opportunity to see an old friend and neighbor of his mother. That 'auntie' (as he had called her since he was a child) had taken his virginity many years ago, and on his frequent visits to her house, (more frequent after he had had her) had taught him the various ways to pleasure a woman and take pleasure from a woman.
She had been very willing to let him slip his 8-inch Lund between her legs again and fuck her up against the wall of the washroom, just like old times, while her husband and children watched an Indian film in the T.V. lounge.
The three days of the seminar had given him time to take lunch at her house and fuck her in her marriage bed. Take Dinner with her family and then take her doggy style in the washroom or just stop by for tea and a quick blow job, on the drawing-room sofa.
The auntie was now in her early forties but still a hot sexy woman with a great body (38, 32, 38). It had been just like old times, watching her moan and groan on his Lund.
Usually, a three-day fuck mela (festival) like that would satisfy him but, after seeing Alia getting pumped by their brother Taimur, his balls had seemed to fill to overflowing as his prick demanded a taste of Alia's sweet cunt.
Now as he "Pistoned" his manhood in and out of her hot tight box, he felt the pressure build and gasped in relief, as with one final savage thrust (Aunt had advised him to always finish that way) he exploded his spunk into Alia's sweating panting body.
Alia collapsed face down on the bed as Nasir uncorked his cock from her flooded fuck hole.
She felt her legs quiver in the way they did after she had cum. He had made her cum twice during his ride. Her pussy felt happily full of juice, his and hers and as her fingers stroked the leaking entrance of her cunt she sighed contentedly. That was just what she needed.
Nasir opened the bathroom door and called Taimur out into the bedroom where their sister lay damp with sweat and leaking from her pussy on his bed.
Nasir looked at the stiff erection in Taimur's shalwar and said "Take it off and lie down beside Alia on the bed.
Alia looked at Nasir and Taimur as Taimur lay naked on his back beside her on the bed.
Nasir told her to take her kamiz off and get stride Taimur. Alia did as Nasir said and sighed as Taimur grabbed her tits (she wore no bra) as they swung above him and began to greedily suckle on the milk filled nipples of his sister.
Alia reached for Taimur's Lund and guided it to her spunk filled choot reading Nasir's mind as she positioned herself to sink and ride him.
Taimur let out a groan of pure pleasure as he grabbed Alia's hips and ass and thrust his prick up into her cunt as she slowly sank on him.
Nasir watched Alia riding Taimur for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of his brother and sister fuck each other. This was so much fun...
After watching Taimur slamming his brown cock hard and fast up into Alia's well-lubricated cunt, his pace helped by the fact that she was very well oiled by Nasir's semen and her cum juice.
He went to the top of the bed and pointed his now revitalized cock at Alia's lust-filled face.
She looked up into his face as he said, 'Mou Kholloo Janu, Chossoo mara lund, Piyar say." (Open your mouth and suck my cock gently)
Taimur stopped pumping as he watched Alia take hold of Nasir's massive man meat and take it in her mouth.
He watched as Alia lovingly licked and sucked Nasir's brown cock. Manipulated his balls. Alia didn't neglect Taimur's Lund and moved her cunt hard against his cock.
Taimur watched in amazement as Nasir's cock fill Alia's sweet mouth.
This was all happening only inches from his face; he could see the ball sack of his brother hovering above his face as their sister sucked on his brother's long thick manhood.
Taking firm hold of his sister's hips and squeezing his eyes shut he ruthlessly thrust up into her again and again.
He heard Alia's muffled gasp and heard Nasir tell her not to bite his Lund off...
Nasir was enjoying the feel of Alia's mouth happily sucking his Lund like a favorite lollipop but, he had other plans in mind for Alia at that moment. It was amazing how fucking hot he felt.
He eased his spit covered Lund out of Alia's mouth and allowed her to eagerly pull on it with her soft hands, before moving to the foot of the bed and watching Taimur pump her eagerly.
Alia had been enjoying the feel of her brother's big cock in her mouth. She had reluctantly released it when he had eased it backward, thinking that he wanted her to use her hand to make him shoot his load of cream over her face, like her husband liked to do.
She watched as he went to the foot of the bed and knelt behind her on the mattress; she understood and felt an orgasm blast through her pussy over Taimur's fucking lund as Nasir pulled her buttocks further apart and teased her butt hole with a cum coated finger.
He looked at Alia's lust-filled eyes and raised an eyebrow in a question. He could feel with his finger that Alia's husband had made use of this hole too. What he wanted to know, was if she was ready and willing for him to push his large man meat in, with Taimur (or without Taimur) poking her cunt with his cock.
His aunt had told him to always be nice and ask first as his massive prick had been a challenge even to her experienced butt.
Alia had never been fucked by two men at the same time. She knew from the whispered gossip of the women that it did happen, although naturally none would ever admit to having tried it, but could she take two cocks at once?
She decided to find out and nodded at Nasir with a haltingly whispered plea for him to be gentle.
Taimur held his breath and stopped moving as he felt the mattress sag and saw Nasir behind Alia's ass wink at him as Alia pleaded for gentleness.
Nasir was doing all the things he had been too nervous to try with Alia. Oral sex and now anal. For some reason, he suddenly thought of their younger sister Nabila and groaned.
Could he get Nabila? Could he fuck her like he was fucking Alia? Would Nasir take her too? Taimur hoped so.
Nasir slowly and gently eased his Lund into the tight back passage of Alia as he held on firmly to her hips. His aunt had taught him, years ago to be firm but gentle whenever he butt-fucked a woman, even one as used to his fat long cock, as she was.Finally, with generous amounts of spit from his mouth and pussy juice from her Lund stuffed fuck box, he managed to sink his dick into her anus.
Alia had almost passed out, here she was with her bearded brothers prick in her ass and her other brother's dick in her pussy, being used in a way she had never thought possible.
She felt Taimur and Nasir move in and out of her two holes, slowly trying to pace themselves and time their movements.
After a few seconds, a good steady tempo was going which made Alia feel like she would die with pleasure.
The whole room seemed to spin and be filled with the sounds of panting, heavy breathing, and the bed creaking.
A strangely erotic thought occurred to her; Her mouth was empty. What if her husband was to fill it with his man meat as Taimur and Nasir used her other holes?
But wait! What if that third cock were her father's? What an incestuous orgy that would be!
Alia, respectable decent Alia, butt fucked by her brother Nasir, screwed by her brother Taimur sucking on the Lund of her conservative father, Ali.
They would switch places, each taking turns with each fuckable hole each filling her with their manni (semen), as she would cum over and over again.
She was almost insane now with lust. She wanted it so badly. She wanted her father in her too.
It was Taimur who broke the tempo, unable to control himself, he grabbed hold of Alia's breasts and squeezed them hard as he made three powerful thrusts upwards into her choot and unloaded his semen in boiling torrents into her.
Alia collapsed in a weak moaning mass as she came hard and lay panting and moaning as Nasir steadily increased his pace in her butt hole and finally shot his sperm deep into her bowls.
All three were exhausted and happy beyond belief at the end of their incestuous orgy.
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Alia's father, Mr. Ali Tahir, was an impressive looking man. He was a 6 ft 2 giant; had light brown with broad shoulders and bright grayish-blue eyes. He kept his head shaved and allowed his beard to grow as long as it wanted. It hung from the chin of his fifty-three-year-old face, in a wiry grey-black uncontrolled way. He owned and ran, a small chemist shop in the Hyderi market near his home. This silent man, in his starched white shalwar Kamiz suit, and white Namaz ke topi (skull cap) was held in respect by all who knew him.
Today, he stood behind the counter of his shop and examined the prescription the lady in front of him had just handed him. He knew the woman casually. She had become a regular in the market and was often in his shop buying cosmetics or other items.
He had watched her enter the shop, in a tight shiny blue suit with a black dupatta around her head. Her face is heavily made up of dark red lipstick and black eyeliner.
She handed Ali the prescription and looked over the cosmetics display counter.
Ali knew what she was from the moment he first saw her swing her hips provocatively and smile coyly in the market. Any doubts he may have had, were silenced by the sight of her slowly walking along the side of the road and getting into various cars as they stopped beside her. She was a prostitute. Everyone said she was...
Ali could smell the heavy scent of her perfume and see from the low-cut neckline and the points her nipples made in her suit, that she was braless. In her profession, what use was a bra?
"Beta" Ali said. "Yeh app ki parchi hai?" (Child is this your prescription)
She seemed momentarily startled by being called "Child" but nodded.
Ali looked into her face and guessed that her age was probably in the late twenties. Not a bad looking woman. Really.
Ali reached for the medicines listed and handed them to her. He stared at her full breasts as she searched in her purse for the money. She seemed to sense him watching her and moved to give him a better view of her breasts, leaning forward as she handed him the money. Ali looked out at the street and licked his lips as he asked her how much.
She allowed her fingers to touch his hand as she said, "Kya chaiyee? Short time ya full night' (What do you want?)
Ali felt his Lund with his hand and said, "short time." They agreed on a price and he told her to come back in half an hour as he was closing. He watched her ass as she left the shop. He had closed the shop and was waiting inside when he saw her climb out of a car and stroll casually towards the market. She was pushing something into her handbag as she walked. Flashing a smile as a motorcyclist nearly hit a stopped car as he turned to whistle at her.
She came in and he closed the shutters of the shop.
Money exchanged, he pulled her small hot body into his arms and ran his hands over her back, ass, and breasts as he licked and kissed her neck.
"Achaa Bhai sahib," She laughed, "Achi baat hai Time kyun zaiya kar Raha ho?" (Ok, dear sir, why waste time").
"Bhai sahib Nahi, Cha-Cha bolo," (Not dear, sir or Uncle) Ali panted as he pressed his hard cock against her stomach. He had to bend his knees to press it against her that way. She was only 5 ft and he was 6 ft 2.
She understood at once.
Ali pulled her Kamiz off and kneeling began to manhandle and suck her breasts. His hands tugging her shalwar down as he reached round to her naked ass and squeezed. She had been without panties. He made her lie down on the floor in front of the counter on a cardboard box he had collapsed to make a makeshift bed. He was not so cruel as to expect her to lie down on a cold tiled floor. He then removed his starched white kamiz (shirt and pulled his vest off. His chest covered in a thick grey-black carpet of hair and his potbelly popping over the waist of his shalwar (Trousers). Standing up he quickly untied the Nara of his shalwar and pulled them off. He stood a moment and looked down at the well-filled out body of the rundi (Whore) lying on the cardboard at his feet. His thick long Lund twitched in approval eager to get into action and slam into her shaved pussy. The girl widened her eyes as she saw his tool for the first time. "Aram sai Cha-Cha," (be gentle uncle) she asked in a timid voice. She was acting the part.
He wondered how many Lunds had been in her since morning. Two, three, a dozen? She was someone's daughter, just as Alia and Nabila were his daughters.
"Kiya naam hai Tumhara?" (What's your name?) He asked pulling on his man meat as he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Kiya naam chahiyee Cha-Cha?"(What name do you want Uncle) She asked Seductively leaning back on the cardboard and sliding a leg slowly up and down the other.
"Alia!" he said without stopping to think why he chose that name.
Reaching for a box of condoms he quickly unsealed one and slipped it on to his throbbing 8-inch cock.
Ali got down between her open legs and watched as she pulled the hairless folds of her choot apart, giving him a clear view of the pink flesh inside. Taking hold of his cock, he aimed the head at the offered opening and pushed it in. Then putting her feet on his shoulders he leaned forward and slammed his Lund savagely into her.
She gasped and said "Aaram say!" (Take it easy!)
He fucked her hard for a few minutes, getting his cock deep into her hot box with each stroke. Her choot was well used to Lund but Ali still felt it grip his thick cook tightly. Not too tight but the girl was certainly making the right noises. "Cha-Cha, itna bara lund hai tumhara' (Uncle your cock is so big) She said in a sweet voice.
"Alia?" He asked, his eyes closed "Car main koon tha?"(who was in the car?) he squeezed her fat ass in his large, strange hands, his fingers reaching for the deep gap between her buttocks as his prick pumped in and out of her.
Cha-Cha... Woh... Woh Dost tha," (uncle... he... he was a friend) She answered.
"Nahi Dost nahi Larka tha." (No he was not a friend he was a boy) He corrected His fingers finding her butt hole.
"Ha Larka tha Cha-Cha." (Yes, a boy) She played along.
Ali pictured her in the car beside a young man, her legs spread wide as he rubbed her pussy as he drove... ""Tum say kiya kaam tha?" (what did he want with you?) He asked sending his cock in and out of her wet, hot cunt. He imagined her on her back in the back of the car, the man between her open legs, fucking the shit out of her...
"Oh Cha-Cha," She whined, "Usnay muhj say batamizzy ki," (Oh uncle, he was so rude to me). She moved her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, moving her ass up to meet each thrust of his hips.
"Kiya kia usney?" (What did he do?) Ali asked, squeezing one of her fat breasts and thinking of Alia's large melon-like tits.
"Mare mamme dabayah aur phir..." (he squeezed my breasts and then...) She said knowing from the way he throbbed in her that he was feeling turned in by it. "Phir!?" Ali snorted taking a large nipple in his fingers and squeezing. "Phir Alia?" He demanded imagining her breasts being squeezed by a young man as he watched them shake and wobble under him.
"Phir usnay maira haat apna Lund pai rakha aur bola dubao." (Then he put my hand on his cock and told me to squeeze it.) She said squeezing her legs tightly around his waist. "Phir kiya?" (Then what) Ali asked.
"Phir usnay apna haat meri tangey ke beach main dalke, meri choot sai khaila ungli kay sath," (Then he pushed his hand between my legs and played with my pussy with his long strong fingers,) She said, "Phir usney mujh ko petchli seat pai push kia aur meri shalwar utari aur meri choot main apna lund dhala... aur zor say choda mujh ko." (Then he made me get in the back seat and pulled my trousers down and then, he put his cock in me and fucked me hard.) She whispered hotly.
"Maza aiya app ko?" (You liked it?) Ali demanded, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her faster. This fantasy was making him want to screw like a teenager.
"Nahi Cha-Cha... mujh ko bohat taklef howe." (No cha-cha... it hurts so much.) she whined.
"Lakin... Ab maza aiye... aiye na? Jhoot matt bolu... daddy ko such such battao... Alia?" (But you liked it right... Don't lie Alia... tell daddy the truth.)
The small chemist shop was now filled with the sounds of Ali heaving and panting as he pumped the girl harder and faster.
"Haan daddy... bohat maza aiye... lakin App ka lund uskay lund say zaiyda lumba aur chura hai... App ka lund say... bohat maza hai!"(Oh Yes daddy I loved it... but your cock is longer and thicker than his and your cock gives great pleasure) She answered, experience telling her that he was ready to cum.
"Kiya usnay under manni chore thi." (did he cum in you) Ali asked, very close now.
"Jee... under dhala tha... Tum be dhalo daddy... Alia kay under apne manni dhal."(Yes... he put it in me... you also cum in me daddy... Cum in Alia!) She panted and begged. It was all he needed and he came, filling the condom in her hot wet well used pussy full of his seed, as he thought of Alia with her legs around his waist panting and sighing under him.
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19-year-old Nabila had no idea that her brothers, Nasir and Taimur, were fucking her sister Alia, almost daily; she was too busy dreaming about a life outside the high walls of the family compound.
It was 6 months since she had graduated from the All-Girls College she had studied at. Since then she had only been outside the house 3 times. Each time with her parents; her father would not allow her any of the freedom the other students from her college had enjoyed and probably still enjoyed.
College life; A wonderful time for Nabila; the gossip, fashion parades and boy talk, sex talk etc. There was no TV in her house and therefore no VCR or DVD player, yet, thanks to the magazines the other girls brought, Nabila knew all the film stars by name and the latest Hollywood, Bollywood and Lollywood releases by heart. Well, she had but that was 6 months ago now.
She also knew a lot more; things her father would be horrified to learn she knew about.
It was an unusual day, it was raining. The monsoons had finally come, and the rain lashed Karachi with a vengeance. Nabila, along with almost everyone else in Karachi, had rushed outside to enjoy the rain as it poured down.
She was soaking wet, her clothes clinging to her lovely 34, 23, 34 figure as she stood in the small garden of the house.
She wiped her face as she turned with a happy smile to go indoors. She was feeling cold and as the rain trickled down her clothes, over her hard nipples and buttocks she felt strangely excited.
It was then that she noticed Nasir watching her very strangely. He too, was soaked to the skin, his light blue Shalwar kamiz clinging to him as he enjoyed the rain. The wet clothing outlined clearly the thick bulge in his shalwar as he stared at her.
A strange itchy feeling seized her choot (pussy) as she looked at his bulge and realized that hidden in the damp folds of cloth was his Lund (Prick)
Nabila knew what a Lund was. She knew what it was for and where it went or could go. Alia had told her all about men and what men do with women. Other girls had repeated the sexual details in college. Whispering and giggling as they shared whatever they knew, with each other.
It was always something 'someone' had told them, a 'sister-in-law' a' sister' a 'friend'. No girl ever admitted to having been fucked, sucked or fingered or even sucking or masturbating a boy.
But rumors said some had, and certainly some brave girls would slip out of college on dates with boys.
Certainly, Nabila had received invitations from young men to come out, but she never had been brave enough.
Nabila knew more than she ever admitted about boys...
About a year ago, she had been searching for something in her brother's room. Nasir had been taking a shower and the bathroom door was slightly open. She had caught sight of him, and curiosity had made her sneak closer, and peep in.
Nasir had his back to her as he showered so at first, all she saw was his slim tight buttocks and back. It had made her feel strangely excited to watch him. Then he had turned slowly sideways and then towards her; his face up, as he shampooed his hair. That was when Nabila saw for the first time in her life, a man's prick.
His long thick cock hung down over his balls all hairless and shining from the water in front of her. She had put a hand on her mouth to stop her gasping aloud as she stared at his Lund. After pausing as long as she dared, she quickly ran out of his room and collapsed on her bed, her pussy feeling so hot and wet as she squeezed her legs together and thought of his tool.
Naturally, it had been limp, not hard and up like the girls at college said it was but then again, Nasir was not about to put it in a choot so why would it be hard?
As she had thought of his cock, Nabila had put her hand on her choot and pressed hard; it had felt good. So good that it became a habit of hers.
Now today, with the rain pouring down on them, they stared at each other, like they did in the Indian films she had heard about.
The look in Nasir's eyes was something that made her almost gasp. It made her heart beat faster and her nipples harden even more as she felt a wet warmth spread in her choot.
Nasir continued to watch her as she passed him to go indoors. She gave him a sideways glance and smile as he said "Zabardast." (Fantastic)
Nasir watched Nabila as she went by, she was hot. 5 ft 4 with a great figure and a cute oval-shaped face with long silky hair. Her eyes were as their father's, grayish blue, and her lips were full, with a naturally deep red color.
He was home for the day. His brother Taimur was at college, while his sister Alia had gone with their mother to the clinic with her baby. (Vaccination time). Father, as always, was at his chemist shop .so Nasir and Nabila were all alone at home.
Alone, soaking wet and Nasir was very horny. Alia was having her periods and refused to even suck him off. It was her third day and therefore Taimur and him were nearly bursting with seed. In the past, that would have meant a quick masturbation session in the bathroom but, when a choot is likely to be available in a few days, you tend to wait.
Taimur had in his boyish way, pleaded and begged her to suck him, but she had refused.
"Jao Harami." She had said firmly," Mutth marro," (GO bastard! Jerk off)
Nasir had laughed as Taimur almost cried in frustration, but he would not beg Alia as Taimur had done.
"Jub chate, Yeh Kutti pura chode sakta," He told Taimur, "Hum is kutti ko daikhain gayee jub iski choot main aag lagyee gee." (When she wants, the bitch can fuck a whole, We will show her next time her cunt is burning for a fuck)
Nasir followed Nabila indoors and watched her walk slowly down the hallway into her room.
Her wet clothing clung to her like a second skin, outlining all the contours of her body. Nasir could not help but stare at her and stroke his erect cook.
She saw him and smiled as she went in. Nasir swallowed as he thought about Nabila stripping off her wet clothing. He had no doubt she was a virgin, it added to the attraction.
He went quickly to her room and opened the door (It was not locked) and stepped inside.
She was drying her hair, her wet clothes still on, clinging to her lusty young body.
Nasir's lund gave a throb of pure pleasure as he saw her in the dimly lit room.
Nabila didn't seem too shocked to see him. She seemed to be waiting for him but also nervous and tense.
Nasir licked his lips nervously as he closed the door behind him and asked what was for lunch.
Nabila had hoped Nasir would follow her. The way she had hoped she would catch a glimpse of him again in the shower for months now. The thought of him naked made her stomach flutter and her nipples harden as her pussy felt hot, wet, and itchy.
Her body was alive and tingling as he looked at her. Her heart was beating as she wondered what to do. Something inside her wanted him to touch her. Kiss her and more. Her mind raced with images of fantasy lovers she had made up; with stories she had heard in college.
He was her brother. It was so evil to feel like this, but she did. She wanted him and the look in his eye, not the stupid question about lunch, made her convinced that he wanted her too.
What should she do to encourage him? Without saying a word, Nabila stood up straight and considered reaching under the shirttail of her wet kamiz, untying the nara holding her Shalwar up; and letting her shalwar slip down her legs, to the floor in front of him. What would he do?
Slap her? Shout at her or take her in his arms and kiss her?
He looked at her, a minute or so. She wanted him. Nasir had seen that look too many times on the faces of his lovers to mistake it. Nasir went up to her and took her in his arms, his mouth pressing onto hers as he embraced her tightly.
Nabila relaxed, he wasn't going to slap her or scold her, her instincts were right, and she was being kissed by a man for the first time in her life.
Nasir released her and quickly stripped naked, his wet clothes in a heap at his feet as he stood before her with his long hard manhood, standing to attention before her startled eyes.
"Aao mare jaan." (Come darling) He whispered holding her hand as he led her over to the bed.
"Kiya, Tum nay lund kabhi nahi daikha? Haat du." (What you've never seen a cock before? Here, give me your hand.) he asked taking her hand and putting it to the hot shaft of his Lund. Her soft cool fingers slowly stroked his prick before taking a gentle grip of it.
"Oohh Bhai Jan! Itna gharam hai! Itna mota aur Lumba bhee... Mai nay Kabhi nahi socha tha..." (Oh elder brother, it's so hot... so wide, so long... I never imagined...) Nabila murmured as she handled the first adult cock she had ever seen.
Nasir sighed and urged her to handle his hairless balls as well as his shaft.Then he stripped Nabila naked and began to squeeze her firm breasts and suck her hard nipples, as her fingers teased his Lund and balls.
"Ohhh Bhai jaan. bohat maza aa raha hai... Oh bhai jaan." (Oh elder brother. it feels great... oh brother) She moaned.
Nabila's hands held his head as he suckled at her breast, her head was spinning as her legs trembled.
Her hips moved inwards. Pressing her bare choot against the hot rigid flesh of his Lund.
Her head was resting on his shoulder as his fingers reached between her smooth thighs and found the wet sticky lips of her choot.
Nasir gently and expertly stroked and teased her slit with his fingers as he kissed her neck and sucked on her ear lobes.
Her breathing was getting heavier and deeper as her brother's fingers teased and pressed her swollen pussy lips, sending tingles of pleasure through her body.
Nasir moved her onto the bed and lay her gently on it; he climbed on top of her.
His fingers toyed with her firm ass, teased the tight wet slit of her pussy as he kissed her face, mouth, neck, and breasts.
His body pressing down on her as she sighed beneath him.
She was ripe and ready for sex. If his Lund didn't bust her, Taimur's would, he was sure of that.
Now with incest no longer a taboo, it was only time before Taimur went after Nabila.
The idea that he was beating Taimur to Nabila's fuck box, made him smile.
Hadn't Taimur beaten him to their sister Alia's choot? It was only fair he had Nabila before Taimur.
Nabila's whole body was shaking in pleasure as she instinctively opened her legs to let Nasir slip between them.
Nasir whispered into her ear between hot kisses that he wanted to fuck her.
"Tangey Khullo, Meri Jaan, main tum ko aurat banaoga." (Open your legs darling, I am going to make a woman of you) He whispered hotly.
"Haan haan, Please mujh ko chodu." (yes yes, Please fuck me) She panted in reply.
Nasir smiled at her use of the word 'fuck', college had been a real educator.
He reached down and taking hold of his choot rammer, aimed it at her pussy opening and placed the dick tip in the tight lips of her virgin mound.
"Relax, meri jaan Shuru main thori bohat takleef hogi phir bohat maza aye ga tujh ko." (Relax, it will hurt at first but then you will love it) He advised her kissing her mouth passionately as gradually he began to slide it inside her cunt.
He had a hard time piercing her opening as she tensed and began to sob; he whispered that she would enjoy it once he was in her fully.
She relaxed a little. Alia had told her that the first time was hell but that it soon got much better.
After some thrusts, Nasir managed to insert the head of his big dick inside her pussy as she cried out and moaned.
"Ooooooh. Itna dard hai, Bhai jaan mujh say nahi bardasht hogi nikal du please nikalu." (It hurts too much. I can't stand it take it out Take it out!) She sobbed.
Not wasting time or giving her a chance to back out, Nasir thrust thrice in quick succession and tore the thin membrane of her virginity apart completely.
Nabila gasped and held her breath as he sheathed her fully.
Then as tears rolled from her eyes she started to catch her breath and relax.
The initial pain was dimming as her choot expanded to accommodate Nasir's cock.
He felt massive inside her.
'Was he really big or was he average? Would her husband be bigger, or smaller, wider or thinner?' She wondered, her mind distracting her from the pain as it faded to a dull tolerable throbbing and Nasir kissed her.
Nabila was being fucked for the first time in her life. And the man doing it was her horny brother. He caught hold of her mamme (tits) with both hands and began to press them vigorously while his shaft was lodged firmly inside her pussy.
Nasir wanted her to get used to it and relax a bit more before he started fucking her. It was so difficult to keep control though. Her box was so hot and so tight, the perfect choot.
As He felt Nabila relax, he slowly began pumping her, slowly and gently. She was his sister and he wanted her to enjoy it and remember it fondly. He wanted her to want him, again.
Nabila felt that it was very painful but also very enjoyable and began to move her ass in time with him.
Nasir increased his pace and began pumping her harder and faster, she responded by giving short thrusts at the right time and helping him in fucking her.
His Lund was getting deep inside her pussy with each thrust, while his hands moved to her butt and hips and took a firm hold of them.
They were both kissing each other, as they went on fucking for about ten to fifteen minutes.
Nasir felt Nabila's legs come up fast and wrap around his waist as she gripped him and let out a long low moan of pleasure, she was Cumming. The first orgasm of her life was blasting through her, flooding her aching newly unsealed choot with waves of wet hot feel-good cum.
Sensing his own crises build in his balls, Nasir pulled out and grabbed his Lund aiming the first boiling hot streams of his spunk onto the stomach of a startled and panting Nabila.
They lay side by side panting and sweating in the post orgasm bliss. Then after ten or so minutes, Nasir got up and walked to the bathroom.
Nabila watched as he walked, his now limp prick hanging down in front of him.
Nabila's pussy was aching and throbbing and it was a little painful to move but the sense of achievement was so great. She was a woman now.
Nasir had washed his blood and cum stained prick in the bathroom and come out to find Nabila Lying on her stomach on the bed.
Her ass was so gorgeous to look at. Firm, full and sexy. The sight of it made his cock harden rapidly.
Since he was busting cherries today, (taking virginities) why not take the seal off her other hole?
He knew it would be tight and hard to get into, but what asshole wasn't?
He looked at the dressing table and saw a jar of Ponds Cold cream. Just what he needed to bust a virgin asshole.
He picked it up and opening it, generously oiled his lund with the cream.
Then he walked over to the bed and knelt beside Nabila on the blood-stained sheet.
"Jaan?" he asked, "Maza aiye app ko?" (Darling did you enjoy it)
Nabila nodded and sighed, "Main nay kabhi nahi socha tha kay sex main itna maza hai." (I never thought sex was so good).
Nasir ran his hand over her back and down over her ass, his fingers teasing the crack of her butt as he kissed her shoulders.
"Jaan, eik aur cheeze app ko sikhani hai." (Darling, one more thing to teach you) He said softly pressing his fingers down into her butt crack.
"Meri gaand maar ni hai kiya?" (You want to fuck my ass) She asked tensing slightly as he teased her hairless butt hole.
"Kissni bataya tum ko, gaand marwa nay kay baray main?" (Who told you about anal sex?) Nasir asked, wondering if maybe someone had fucked her ass already.
"Eik dost nay aur Alia Appa nay." (A friend and Alia) She answered.
Nasir moved between her legs and bent his head and licked her butt crack and kissed her buttocks gently as he asked "Kiya bataya meri Jaan?" (What did they tell you?)
Nabila relaxed and sighed as she felt the erotic pleasure of Nasir's mouth on her bum.
"Kay is mai pregnancy ki risk nahi hai aur maza bhee hai. Laikin, shuru main itna dard hai kay jaan nikal jati ha." (That you don't get pregnant and it is fun, but at first you feel like you'll die, it hurts so badly). She replied, opening her legs a bit more and sighing as Nasir gently pulled her butt cheeks apart and licked her butt crack and teased her butt hole with a fingertip.
"Tum ko Karwa na ha?" (Want to do it?) He asked reaching for the cold cream.
Nabila looked back at him and said, "App aaram say mariya ga aiyen Bhai Jaan?" (You'll be gentle won't you, elder brother).
"Bilkul," (Absolutely) He answered, "Fikar mutt karo." (Don't worry).
He kissed her buttocks and reached down to her choot, still throbbing from her first fuck; located her clit and teased it.
He wanted her to agree and getting her hot again with a little clit play would do it... he hoped.
"Bolo meri jaan. Karwa na hay anal yah nahi?" (Tell me darling. You want to have anal or not) He asked watching her eyes close as she sighed.
"Mujhe Eik din tu karwa na hi ha, app say yaa apnay shuhar say... please bhai jaan, aaram say karna." (I have to do it one day, with you or with my husband... please be gentle) She said softly after much thought.
Nasir made Nabila, stand beside the bed and then bend over, her hands and head resting on the mattress as he moved her legs apart and applied cream to her butt hole. His index finger slowly piercing her anus as it oiled her up.
Nabila gasped as his finger entered her hole. It was not as painful as she thought it would be. After a while she actually liked the strange feeling of his finger in her rectum.
Nasir could feel that Nabila was relaxing as he oiled her butt hole. She was a virgin there too, he was sure. The way her sphincter held his finger told him that nothing wider than his finger had been that way into her.
He withdrew his finger and took hold of his cock, pressing down at her butt hole, he eased it forward. His cock head couldn't get in. Nabila was getting tense the harder he tried.
Her took more cream on his finger and applied it generously to her anus, his other hand reaching for her pussy and fingering her clit, before making a second attempt.
He pressed his cock harder at her hole and held her hips tight as slowly his cock pressed the sphincter open and lodged in her.
Nabila was almost dead with the pain. She panted and sobbed as Nasir took hold of her hips and pulled her back as he eased forward.
It wasn't easy. She was tensing and resisting.
Nasir gave a firm thrust of his hips and managed to sink a bit more into her gaand.
Nabila shook a bit, but she felt the pain ease as she tried hard to relax. She trusted Nasir to be gentle, another man might not be, and she wanted her first time to be good.
Nasir waited a few seconds, letting Nabila's rectum adjust and accept the inch or so of his tool impaling it. He stroked her back and hips. Squeezed her buttocks and tried to control his urge to ram into her and fuck her.
Feeling her relax and hearing her breathing ease, Nasir gave a few quick thrusts and pushed further into her gaand.
Nabila gave a scream as she grabbed the bed sheet and sobbed.
"Oooooooooi hai iiiiiiii ,haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Margayee!" (Ooooooh hai haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I'm dying) she cried.
"Bus bus chore du, mujhee Meri gaand phat gayee... Nikalo!" ( Stop Stop Leave me alone... My ass is breaking... take it out!) Nabila cried as she tried to escape from the hot hard lund filling her ass.
Nasir thrust more of his cock into her and pushed her forward onto the bed, lying down on her as he soothed her and held her tightly.
He knew from what his 'auntie' had told him, that if he withdrew now from her ass, she would never let him try again to fuck it.
His aunt had told him after getting him to fuck her ass years earlier "Shuru main bohat dard hoti hai aur woh inti chilegii "Nikalo Nikalo" lakin kabhi nahi nikalo, apnay lund ko na nikalo, kyun kay 3 or 4 minute kay baad, inko itna maza aiye ga aur woh roz khood hi gaand marwa neyee aingi." (Always remember with virgins that they will scream 'take it out take it out' at first ; it hurts so much but never take your cock out because after 3 or 4 minutes they will start to love it and will themselves ask you to fuck their asses daily).
Nasir remembered this advice and pinned Nabila down until she got used to the long hard hot column in her ass.
"Aahhhhhhhhhh,uuffffffffffffffffffffff,aiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiii," Nabila sobbed her head turning left and right as she said, "chorrdooooooooooooooooo. Tum nay apna wada tordiyaa," (Leave me you broke your promise).
"Nahin mere jaan, shiru main hamaisha aisay hi dard hota hai, relax." (No darling, it is always painful at first, relax) Nasir whispered, his hands reaching under her and cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he kissed her back and pressed his hips and groin hard against her buttocks.
Her ass was squeezing his lund till it hurt but he was determined to wait till the pain lessened and she began to enjoy it.
Finally, Nabila began to relax and stop thrashing about.
Nabila began to feel the pain lessen as her body came alive to the feel of a hot throbbing lund in back passage.
It was stretching her in ways she had never thought possible, but it was starting to feel good.
Nasir made a slight movement of his hips, his lund testing the reaction from Nabila.
She moaned and pressed her hands to his as he massaged her breasts.
Nasir smiled as he slowly began to work his man meat in her rectum.
Nabila was moaning and panting as she squeezed her tits harder and closed her eyes.
"Ohhh Bhai jaan, Bhai jaan." she moaned softly as Nasir took hold of her hips and began to increase his pace in her butt. "Maza mila oooooooooooooooh bhai jaan."(it feels good oooooooooooo bhai jaan) Nabila sighed.
After 5 or 6 minutes of fucking a now relaxed but very tight asshole, Nasir felt his balls shoot his lund juice into her butt via his throbbing pulsating cock.
He made sure to shoot every drop of his cum into her before collapsing on her as she moaned "Zabardast!" (Wonderful) and lay still on the bed.
After a few minutes, Nasir slowly eased his lund out of her gaand and using the bed sheet, cleaned his cock and her butt crack.
He then helped her to the bathroom and washed her clean of all evidence of sex.
After that, he lay her down on the bed, (he had changed the sheet as she dressed in a clean sleeping suit) and kissed her before leaving.
The timing was perfect. He had just stepped into the shower when her heard Alia and his mother enter the house...
He would take his time telling Taimur about Nabila...
Ali was not a happy man. The rain had ruined his business for the day. Only the traffic mess stopped him getting home earlier. Well, that and the unexpected arrival of the street walker he called Alia. It was now quite a regular thing for her to stop by on Tuesday for sex. Ali indulged his fantasy that she was his daughter Alia to the full, pumping the 5ft, sexy whore in every way he could think of. Only one thing she refused to do: anal. Here though it was a question of price.
"Abbu, agar lund gaand mai dalne kay shok hai tu, fees bhar haoo," (Papa, if you want it in my ass, increase my fee) She had said sweetly as he fingered her butt hole.
"Kyun? kaffi admiu nay tumhari gaand ko choda hoga, main kyun zaiyda duu?" (Why? Lots have had your ass hole, why should I pay more?) He had asked as they lay on the usual cardboard box bed in his now closed chemist shop.
"Haan haan, aur fees be zaiyda dijiya mere jaan." (Yes yes but they paid more for it, my darling) She had answered as she had guided his condom sheathed cock to her waiting choot hole.
The session had been as good as it always was. She called him Abbu, (Papa) and he called her Alia Beti (Daughter) as they fucked.
While Ali was shooting his load into 'Alia' the whore, at home his eldest son, Nasir, was pumping his cum into the gaand (butt) of Nabila, his youngest daughter.
And while all this was going on, Taimur was stuck in traffic; he had a huge erection in his pants hoping that Alia would give him a blow at least when he got home, and Alia, her daughter and her mother (Nilofer) were walking carefully down the road to their house through the flood water.
Nilofer Ali, wife of Ali and mother of four healthy (and unknown to her) incestuously active children, was 46 or 48, She wasn't too sure. Her family were never good at writing things down. Her school certificate said she was born in 1959, her Identity card said 1956.
Whatever the case, she still had the figure of a much younger woman and had maintained a sexy 36c, 27, 36 figure, despite producing 4 children.
She was often mistaken for Alia's elder sister by people. Even today, at the vaccination center, a young male Doctor had smiled at her meaningfully, and 'accidentally' brushed past her, his groin passing over her ass, as he excused himself. Nilofer was used to this interest. Even in her chaddar, men would stare. She had to admit though, that it was a great feeling to be sexy enough to turn male heads. It always made her feel hot. Lately, Ali had been rather selfish in bed. Just climbing on top of her and roughly thrusting in and out of her until he discharged in her unsatisfied cunt. He was not the caring sharing lover, he had once been at all. All this added to her frustration. There was nothing worse than being fucked and left unsatisfied. It was therefore, a great satisfaction knowing that Ali's selfishness was not due to her loss of sexual attractiveness.
Once back at home, Nilofer helped Alia with the baby before going to change her own rain-soaked clothes. She was shivering from cold, as she rushed to her bedroom.
She didn't hear Taimur come home and as she was in a hurry, she started undressing in her bedroom without closing the door properly. As she toweled her head and naked body she suddenly became aware of someone watching her. She turned to see Taimur standing in the doorway staring at her with his mouth open and his hand on his groin. She was shocked for a moment and was just about to say something when Taimur said, "Ohhh Ammi, App bohat khubsurat ho." (Mummy, you are so beautiful).
Nilofer was never ever able to explain why she did it, but she dropped the towel on the floor and said in a calm voice, "Darwaza bund karo Taimur." (Close the door) as she held out a hand to him.