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This story was originally posted in HILMS

Graduation, in anyone's life, is a significant milestone. After completing my undergrad studies, I was eagerly waiting for that moment to begin. The added thrill to my excitement was that I had to move to Karachi for my higher education. I intended to do MBA from one of the renowned Institutions of Karachi. Since we lived in a smaller city of Sukh'er, the life of a bigger city, especially Karachi always had a great appeal for me. Moreover, my sister living in Karachi included a third dimension to my excitement. We were two sisters and, if not being presumptuous, both of us were pretty enough. In college we were known as the 'Sexy Two'. We had striking eye-catching figures, and were well aware of the fact: tall stature, long legs, fair complexion with a stout physique and long but thick honeyed hair.

We both were very close and understood each other perfectly well. Erum, my 4-year senior sister, was married. Her husband, Tahseen, was the most handsome and charming guy I had ever seen. Erum's year long marriage was a typical South Asian love-marriage saga: a 'no-no-thing' initially with a lot of family opposition from both sides but later both the families gave away to the resolute couple. (In South Asia, especially Pakistan, marriages are arranged, by parents or elders of the family. In certain cases bride and groom may not even have known to or seen each other).

At first, as a South Asian tradition, my father opposed the idea of me living with my brother-in-law. Culturally it wasn't regarded as respectable and morally upright to stay with one's married sister. He, therefore, was of the mind that I should either not precede to Karachi or stay at the university's halls of residence. But my sister and brother-in-law, Tahseen, persuaded him hard to change his mind. Tahseen, in particular, pleaded my case convincingly. His point was that I must not miss the opportunity of studying in one of the most prestigious business schools in Pakistan: IBA.

"She," he further insisted upon my father, "is like my younger sister. If Nabeel [Tahseen's younger brother] can put up with us why can't Anila."

"I," He very diplomatically added, "would be honored if you agree to let her stay with us."

With my mother's backing, my father finally had to gave in to his son-in-law.

Staying with Erum during my studies was something that I was eagerly awaiting for. They, Erum and Tahseen, have a house there. Tahseen's brother, Nabeel, was also staying with them as he too was studying in the university. All three of them were there to receive me at the Karachi railway terminal. Both husband and wife were seemed over joyous on my arrival. Nabeel, I observed, was not less attractive than his brother rather more charming.

Later I made out that it was a 'free' household with fewer inhibitions or to say none at all. All of them were happy-go-lucky and carefree enjoying life to the possible utmost. Nabeel, as I mentioned above, was very personable and friendly character. He was witty and a wonderful company. Soon our wavelengths matched and we became buddies.

One late night, as I was studying in the lounge, I heard some strange noise severing the calm and peace of the night. I was confused and frightened too. Then it was there again. Now I realized that it's coming from my sister's bedroom. I put down the book and sat quietly on the sofa. I quickly understood what was going on. They were, obviously, making love. I first thought of step out of the place but then a weird curiosity overpowered the rationale. It was dark outside, so I slowly moved to the terrace where there was a window to their bedroom. To my surprise and luck the windowpane was slightly ajar causing a slit in the curtains. I could see through the bed where they were laying on under a dim nightlight, sufficient to keep the visibility clear.

They were both naked. He had a perfect athlete figure: sturdy and brawny. His hard and rigid member was huge; about seven or eight inches long. His hand was stroking her soft creamy white boob and firm erected nipple while he was sucking on the other. My sister held him tight as he was working with his mouth. She moved one of her hands between her legs and started caressing her crotch. She was already excited and her clitoris was swollen from the strokes of his great erection.

As he suckled feverishly like a hungry infant, his right hand moved slowly from her breast downwards to her belly. As he touched her crotch and pressed it harder, I heard a gasp from my sister, "Ah," He kept caressing her cunt and at the same time switching his mouth back and forth between her breasts. Erum's hand had shifted to his manhood and began massaging it. Finally, he pulled himself up a little and slid two fingers into her vagina.

"Ui Allah, Oh God!" she moaned in a whisper.

I was too stunned to move. Shocked and bewildered. Not only of the 'obscene', if you want to say, I was glued to but also of the lewd and vulgar language my 'innocent' ears were listening to. I on earth could not believe my ears that my sister and brother-in-law would be into those 'horrible' taboo words. Not merely that, they seemed to enjoying pronouncing them.

"Tum bothat geeli ho rahi ho, you're getting real wet,"

"Haan janoo, mere under aagh lagi hoi ha, yeh darling, I'm burning inside."

"Under kahaan? Where inside?" He whispered.

"Tum ko malum ha, kahaan, you know well, where."

"Nahain. Mujee bataoo kahaan. No. Tell me where."

"Mere phudi main, in my cunt."

I jumped over Erum using that taboo word.

"Kasay bhujay gi? How it'll extinguish?" He said increasing the pace of his hand working her pussy.

"Mere under apna lun dal do, put your cock in me."

Another jolt for me.

The dirty words were gushing out of my sister's mouth. I had never heard such a lewd conversation between couples before. I myself till then had never used those especially in my mother tongue: Urdu. It was too much for me but indeed had an exciting affect.

He worked his fingers back and forth in her cunt, deeper and deeper. He pulled her towards him and they began kissing passionately. Their tongues seemed gone wild. After a while he pulled his fingers out of her love-hole and gently pushed her back to the bed. He was now riding her. He started rubbing his cock against her pussy as she spread her legs further apart. Her voluptuous and suggestive moans were evident that my sister was now in a state of ecstasy.

"Oh oh oh, oh God... maian... ooooh... maian aa rahi hoon, I'm coming!" She was wildly thrusting hers hips upwardly.

Tahseen grabbed his cock and began rubbing it on her colitis.

"Ke-keep doin' it... Don't... don't stop..."

After a little while she exploded; and exploded loudly.

"Ahhhhaaaa......Uooooooieee......"

He then collapsed over her belly still licking and sucking her breasts.

Erum bent her neck and kissed his hair.

"Thank you for such a wonderful orgasm." Whispered Erum.

He smiled back and kissed her softly on the lips. His hands were having fun with her boobs and now fully erected brown nipples. She all of sudden bawled a shrill moan; perhaps he had squeezed her nipples little harder than usual. His cock was as rigid and I had a very clear view of it. Indeed it was the most beautiful prick I had seen that far. It head was shinning in the blur light with its pre-cum it look adorable to me. A weird chill shook my body.

He, after a while, moved downwards slowly. Kissing and liking her breasts his face reached her bellybutton and began licking it. His right hand which was winding over her thigh, had now found her pussy entry and I saw two of his fingers disappeared into it. His mouth moved towards her shaven pubic triangle. She stretched her legs further. I could clearly see her cunt now. It was still dripping with the love-liquid released during her climax. Her pussy and inside of thighs were fully coated by her juices. I was amazed by the amount of secretion she was oozing; I never imagined that a woman could produce that much of love-secretions. I certainly had never came the way Erum's pussy did. And I envied her for that. Anyway, it was a lovely rather mesmerizing sight to watch her all wet between her legs.

Tahseen perhaps noticed that oddity too.

"You came like a house on fire," He exclaimed. "You seemed to be too horny today!"

She just smiled.

I, for sure, am no peeping Tom but surprisingly, and it may sound wired, a naked body, irrespective of a man or woman, has always an electrifying effect on me. I have seen Erum nude earlier. Before Erum's marriage we shared the room and of course the washroom with it. It, therefore, gave me quite a few opportunities to steel a glimpse of her nudity. But watching her this time round had an amazing effect on me. Funny sensations were palpitating through my spine. I realized that I have soaked my panties as well. My pussy was dripping too, wetting my thighs along with my shalwar (see Glossary) all the way down.

I moved my hand under my long shirt, kamiz, and start rubbing my pussy over the wet fabric of the shalwar. Christ! I was amazed over myself streaming those juices out of my love-tunnel. I was if spell bounded. I don't know exactly how much time I remained there in that frenzy.

When I came back to my senses, I saw Tahseen tongue moving in and out of Erum's love-hole. Then he pulled it out of her cunt and licked her magic-button quite wholesomely. Then again; deeper this time. She shuddered as his tongue zipped over her clitoris.

"Hoon! Hamashaan ke teraan mezedar, like ever, yummy!" He acknowledged hoarsely.

He then wrapped his arms under her thighs, which helped her to hold her legs apart. He slid his tongue down all the way to her inner labia, sliding it gently into her vagina. His lips came to press fully against her genitals, his tongue at least an inch inside of her. My sister was rolling her hips and gaand as well as arching her back and head, as she moaned softly.

My sister ran her fingers into his head, holding it between her legs.

"Ah... that's beeeati-ful..."

He put his thumb over her colitis and began caressing it while his tongue was constantly moving in and out of her love-hole. After a while his tongue moved out of her cunt downwards the anus. Meanwhile he inserted one of his fingers into her wet pussy. My God! He was licking her anus and finger-fucking her at the same time.

"Ohooo... ahaaa..." Erum was hollering lewdly.

He suddenly took his finger out of her cunt and inserted it into her anus. The instant he touched the 'forbidden' part of her anatomy, Erum quivered as if electricity has surged up her body. No sooner, his finger was all the way up inside her rectum. Tahseen ran his mouth back to her pussy opening and shove his tongue into it again. She seemed to have build pressure for another orgasm within her loins. Slowly she rocked her hips, keeping her actions as tender as possible.

"Oh, oh, please... " She cried, softly. "Oh, oh, haan, yes..."

She had had another climax.

I noticed that Tahseen's cock had swelled further more. It was thick and hard like a rock. He slowly moved upwards, licking all the way through. He was now lying over her again. His rock-hard dick was tapping her cunt and colitis. He adjusted his cock over her cunt opening and with one thrust he was in her. She was so wet that her pussy showed no resistance at all, rather it looked too willing to accommodate that 'love-meat'. He pumped it in and out for a while then threw all his weight over her body, resting on her. They were passionately kissing each another. His hips were moving in a slow rhythm.

His pace increased. He was now resting on his hands, which had griped Erum's spread arms. He was stroking, with his gaand facing me, in and out of her like a bull.

"Aahhaaa... zoor say, harder... fuck me harder... uuuuuuiiii... yes, yes..."

"Ya're too hot, bitch... ah... meri kutia bothat garum ha aaj, my bitch is too hot today," He was pumping even harder now.

"Choodo mujay... zoor say choodo, screw me, screw me harder,"

Both were in a state of frenzy. She then quivered beneath him. Perhaps understanding her body language, he released her arms. She shifted her hands to his ass cheeks and pulled them away. Tahseen's anus was all visible to me now. Was she showing her hubby's shit hole to me! A funny thought passed through my mind and I grinned over my wicked idea.

She then inserted a finger in his asshole and started stroking it.

"Uh... wonderful, really wonderful... ooohhh... keeeep doin' it..." Said he in sighs.

She kept her finger in and out his asshole as he steadily screwed her pussy. After a while he suddenly stopped and took his dick out of her cunt.

"Uh... kewun... why... nekal kewun liaa, why have you taken it out? Said she pleadingly.

"Bus bohat ho gaya, its enough, ab maan apni paari kutia ko choodun ga, I'll screw my lovely bitch now." Said he clearly emphasizing on kutia or bitch.

She understood his 'code' too well because the next moment she stood up and was on her all fours.

"Yeh lay, teri kutia tiar ha, here is your bitch," She swung her plump gaand in front of him (and unknowingly me).

His hand touched her gaand cheeks, caressing them slowly. Then suddenly Tahseen smashed his hand against her gaand.

"Aaaahh... haaa... Kutay kaya kar raha ha, you dog, what're you doing?"

He hit again with much force this time.

"Aaaahh... haaa..."

"Mujhe gali mut nekaloo, rundi, never call me names, ya whore."

"Kewun, why?" Said she in sobs. "Tum mere kutay ho harami aur maan tari kutia, you're my dog, bastard and I'm your bitch."

My ears must have gone red by the language and variety of words used by my sister. I could not believe my ears what I was hearing. How could Erum use such a filthy lingo and even so fluently too? Unbelievable! But to my utter surprise, instead of being repelled by their smutty 'expressions', it hit me with a certain kind of sensation probably satisfying my some latent instinct not known to me before. A new wave of electrifying impulse ran through my spine causing my pussy to gush fresh fluid out. I could feel further liquid running down my inner thighs. Goodness me! I was now drenched like a watermelon.

He slapped her ass-cheeks a number of times so that I could see them getting redden.

"Uh... ohhh, Janoo, darling... ohhhh. Honey... ohhh... bohat acha leg raha ha... that feels so wonderful... " She moaned in ecstasy. "Ab meri ass bhar do, now fill my gaand..."

And, with a bang he throbbed his prick into her asshole.

"AAAAHHHHhh..." I am sure her shriek could have been heard miles away. "Maan marri, its killing me... aram se... jano, durd hota ha, easy... dear, it hurts."

He slowed his stroking pace. "Whole house must have heard you,"

"Tum nain aaj meree gand phar thee, you've torn my gaand, today." Said she sobbingly.

"Wo too roaz pharta hoon, that I do daily,"

"Aaj bohat dar hoa ha, it hurt a lot today. Tumhara lun bohat moota aur shikhit ho araha ha aai, your cock's become too hard and thick, today."

"I'm sorry chandu, honey. Lakin tum janti ho ke kewun, but you know why," He lowered his face and kissed her back and neck. "Lakin sub ko pata chal gaya ho ga keh under kaya ho raha ha, but everyone would have known that what we were doing inside."

"Parwa nahian, I damn care. Tum kerte raho, you keep loving me,"

He slowly increased his pace. They were in such a position that I could clearly see his dick moving in and out of Erum's gand (Ops. I'm sorry for getting carried away).

Suddenly I missed a heartbeat out of sheer fear as something touched my shoulders.

~ * ~

I was so glued to the electrifying scene inside the room that I had lost all sense of time and orientation. So when I felt someone held my shoulder, I jumped like a scared cat. Terrified, I could barely manage to hold back my impulsive scream. Thank God, it was not too loud to be heard inside the room. I looked around; it was Nabeel.

"Ye... ye..." I could hardly speak. My heart was throbbing with fear and I felt sudden perspiration from embarrassment of being caught spying on my sister making love to her husband. What a humiliation!

"T-Tum ne mere jan nikal di, Y-you scared me to death."

"I'm sorry, Anila," he whispered. "I didn't mean to,"

He then turned me around towards the window.

"Let's watch together,"

"What?" My surprise was not inappropriate. "Maan under ja rehi hoon, I'm going in," I was still embarrassed with shame.

"Come on," He grabbed me from behind not letting me move.

"No, please,"

"Maan ye sub pehle bi kai bar dhekh chukka hoon, I've seen all this so many times. So, don't feel embarrassed."

"You've watched it before!" Said I, turning around, in amazement.

"Yeh payar kirte wqat etni ounchi sexy awaazan nekalte hain keh maan resist nahein kar sakta, they make sexy noises so loud while making love that I cannot resist watching." He directed my face back to the scene. "Dekho wo kaya kar rahain hain, see what they're doing,"

Though my eyes were fixed back to the view, my head was reeling. I was unable to reconcile with the idea of spying on my sister making love to her husband with another guy watching right besides me. I wanted to leave the scene, but Nabeel's grip on my body was too firm to let me budge.

On the other hand, Tahseen's rock-hard cock was moving in and out of my sister's anus whereas his both hands were squeezing her respective boob.

"Uooooo..."

"Ahaaaa..."

Both were moaning ecstatically.

"Mere Kudaia, Bhaia bhabi ke gaand maar rahe hain, Goodness me! Brother is ass-fucking bhabi (see Glossary)." Saying so he rested his hand over my right breast.

"Na-beeel! What the hell..." I protested pushing his hand aside.

I heard a soft chuckle in reply. And, to my utter disbelief, he suddenly grabbed my both boobs.

"I know ya must be horny by now. Dekho mera kaya haal ho raha ha, see, what state I'm in." He pushed himself from behind. I could feel his hardness pressing my butt. I got red in face. He was caressing my breasts now.

I broke his grip with a twist and ran towards the door. He dogged me. As I turned around after closing the door behind me, Nabeel, who was already inside by now, at once tugged me to him with his hand and seizing my body, he kissed my one cheek then the other and in a flash locked his lips on mine. I try to defend myself but the grip of his hands and lips were too firm. His hardness was pressing my below abdomen. I struggled again to get rid of his grasp but in vain.

As I, naturally, was really horny and wet, as the hot sensations throughout my body had teemed up my emotions to an overflowing stage. Moreover, I never dislike Nabeel rather fancied him. And, to be honest, I liked what he was doing to me. So, my weak struggle soon faded away.

I opened my lips in return. He moved his tongue into mine and we began French kissing each another. His both hands were wildly fondling my back exploring very inch of it. He then moved his hands further down clutching my 'bums'. And to my surprise, I reciprocated his actions.

We kept French kissing for a while. In the mean time, his hands moved under my long shirt, kamiz, surveying my ass cheeks. Then he shifted them to my bareback and started caressing it. My hands too were busy fondling him. I then felt his hand trying to get into my shalwar.

"Nahien, yahaan nahieni, who bahir na aa jaian, no, not here, they may come out." I objected.

"Mere kumray main chalte hain, let's move to my room," Said he huskily.

He put his arm around me and we entered his bedroom. Shutting the door with his foot, we began kissing again. His hands straightaway went under my shirt and then moved inside my shalwar clutching and rubbing my 'butts.' I opted not to defy his sensational patting this time.

A little later he pulled out his one hand and brought it to the front, on my bare belly. He was now kissing my ear and neck. And I was in erotic bliss. Then he tried to slip his hand in my shalwar from the front.

"No. Nabeel please," I pleaded and seized his arm.

He didn't say anything and moved his hand upwards to my chest. He started cuddling my breast over the bra. As his lip glued back to mine, he pushed my bra up and I felt his fingers snaking over my breast. He twisted my nipple softly first then real hard.

"Aah..." I forced my tongue into his mouth. My hands were pushing his head towards mine.

I was fully aware of his hardness, which was pressing me against my lower belly. He was slowly pushing me backward. Soon my legs fond the bed and he gently laid me on the bed. He himself reclined besides me. His mouth began kissing my breasts from over my kamiz.

His right hand pulled my shirt up to my tummy. Anticipating his next move, I tightly close my legs together, not letting his hand enter between my legs.

"Wahaan nahian, not there," I muttered.

"Kewun, why?" Said he, "It's just fun,"

"D-don't, please,"

"Come on yar, dear, maan tumhari pussy feel karna chata hoon, I just wanna feel your pussy," Saying so he firmly pushed my thigh, moving his hand between my legs. My whole body stiffed instantly. What else poor me could do? I was helpless. See, what a woman can do lying under a completely arose man? Becoming herself randy too and opening her legs, perhaps!

Before long he whispered in my ear:

"Anila,"

"Yeh,"

"Mere Allah, tum kitni geeli ho! Tumahri shalwar tumare juices say bheg rahai ha. M'God, ya're so wet! Your shalwar is soaked in your juices."

I blushed.

"Well, that's natural then," He added. "Jano, apni kamiz utar do, dear, take off your shirt?"

"Kaya yeh zaroori ha? Is it necessary?" Asked I foolishly.

"Haan yar, yes, take them off." He sounded somewhat irritated.

"Pahle tum, you first."

Without a reply, off went his shirt in a flash. Though he was only in early twenties, he had a real bushy chest. In fact his whole body was covered with thick hair, and you don't know how much I love such hirsute build.

"Ab tum, now you," said he.

I was left with no choice. I got up and took off my kamiz. I, of course, wore a bra. He touched the fabric of it and then his lips began kissing and licking the exposed part of my breasts. His hands were behind me now. I then felt his fingers fumbling with the bra clip and they got it unhooked. There it was... off went my bra in a flash. I stood there, in his grasp, with my upper half all exposed.

"Anila..." said he looking straight into my eyes, "ya've wonderful boobs. And, look at these nipples, I really liked them." Saying so he put his lips on one of my nipples and started suckling them.

His touch was soft and felt so damn good. I found my hands caressing his back and buttocks. His hands were reciprocating with the similar gesture. His chest hair were pricking against me, causing a funny sensation inside me.

Soon he laid me back on the bed. His mouth and lips busy in licking and suckling my boobs while his hands were all over my body: fervently fondling it. Then I sensed his hand on the tummy; tickling with belly button, he moved it downwards my crotch.

As he tried to push it into my shalwar, I besought, "Nahien, no, p-please,"

"Kewun, kaya howa, why, what happened?"

"Please Nabeel,"

"Come on yar, dear, it's just fun. Kaya tumhe maza nahien aa raha, are you not enjoying?"

I looked at him helplessly. In fact by that time I was so arose that I felt no qualm about our game play. Come what may. I wished him to continue and do whatever he would like to; if he wanted to fuck me, how can I stop him. So, my somewhat 'thumbs down' was actually wrapped in consent. Perhaps denying first is the prerogative of us females, which I obligatorily exercised!

Anyway, sensing my half assent, he got hold of the loose end of the string (azarbund) of my shalwar, and stretched loose the knot. He then got up from the bed and bent down to take my shalwar off meeting hardly any resistance. Now I was lying stark naked in front of him. I squeezed my legs together, however.

The next thing he did was strange enough. He brought my drench shalwar to his nose and sniffed at it deeply. He then tongued the wet part of the shalwar more than once and savored my cum. His face expressions were expressing his delight.

"Hoon," he hummed, "Interesting,"

I didn't make out what he meant by 'interesting'.

He threw the shalwar aside and politely spread out my legs.

"Mujhe apni pussy too dekhaoo, show me your pussy,"

By then I was over with my shyness and was too willing to show my 'privates' to him, so, he again met with no challenge.

"Mere Allah! Oh my God!" Said he excitedly. "Beautiful! Splendid! Maan ne apni zindagi main etni payari choot nahien dekhi, I haven't seen such a pretty cunt in my life."

"Lagta ha keh tum nain bohat see dekhi haan? It appears that you've seen many?" I couldn't stifle my jealousy.

"Maybe," He shrugged. "In fact, aik too tumhari behan he ke ha, one's your sister's, in fact."

I do not know why, but I blushed.

He knelt down at edge of the bed and kept staring out to my pussy without a blink. It was a strange behavior on his part. I was confused, not knowing what to do. But I was aware enough that he was enjoying my nudity, and I was elated by his fixation. I was proud of my body. So, I kept lying there with my legs spread open to his staring eyes.

"Kaya, what," asked I after awhile, "dekh rahe ho, are ya looking at?"

He looked into my face and gave a mischievous smile. Without saying a word, he stood up and unbuckled his jeans and off they went. I saw a huge bulge at the front of his briefs. The poor fabric of the garment had stretched to its limits. A slight more pressure, I thought, and it would give away. It was enough evidence to deduce that he possessed a real large organ. I was anxious to see it, but remained motionless.

As though reading my randy mind, he asked: "Kaya tum iss ko dekhna chati ho? Do you want to see it?"

I remained silent.

"Com' on, tell me."

I just manage a slight nod and saw a broad grin stretching on his face.

"Then come and take it off,"

I thought for a moment then complied by his demand. As I pulled his underwear down, his tool jumped out of the cloth and hit straight into my face, as it was pretty close to it. My eyes froze. Holy shit! Nabeel was huge. It was almost as long as his brother's, round eight inches, but much thicker: real chunky and large piece of meat I have seen so far. His pubic region was shaved-off. I timidly took hold of his shaft; it was steel! That very instant I knew that this prick would give me some hard time, but at the same time was pretty thrilled by the fact. I patted his cock fondly for two or three time and then stretched back on the bed.

He spread open my legs again and quickly crawled between them over to my quim and start daubing kisses all over my crotch.

"Ah..."

"Ya'r love-'ole is fabulous, Annu." His pronouncing my rare nickname surprised me.

Soon his tongue pierced into my vaginal lips and began licking my pussy. The moment his tongue hit my colitis, my body jolted in response. An electrifying sensational pulse reeled through my body.

"Aaah..." Another sigh escaped my mouth. He kept sucking my wet pussy. I was in a state of ecstasy. His left hand was caressing and nipping my boobs while right was rubbing my bare cunt. Then he slowly inserted his finger into my cunt opening.

"Uuuuh... Aaaah..."

His whole finger was inside my love-hole now, stroking it gentle in the beginning. Before long he was finger fucking me freely while his tongue was still glued to my magic-button sending charge after charge of that amazingly wonderful sensation through my spine.

"Ooooh..."

"Meza aa raha ha? You like it?" Said he in a hoarse voice.

The 'prick' new that I was in bliss, but perhaps he wanted to hear that from me.

"Haan, yes... Keep doin' it... please... don't stop..." My orgasm was building up inside me and I was ready to come any moment.

His speed increased.

"Y-yes... don't stop... I'm...coming... Aaaah...cum... AAAaaahhhhh..." And there I came and came like a house on fire as did my sister little earlier. Oh my God, my love juices were gushing like they never gush again. And his mouth was still there, chewing on my 'cunny'.

When I was finally through, he raised his face up and I couldn't help chuckling over his funny looking face; my cum was glistening all over his mouth.

"Kaya hoa, what?" He pretended to be cross. "Hunss kewun rahi ho? Why are you laughing?"

"Apna mooun too dhekho, look at your face,"

He moved towards the mirror in the corner and erupted laughter looking at his face. He then rushed back and tossed his naked body over me and placed those creamy lips over mine. I wasn't ready for that. I mean, his mouth was all coated with my love juices and the idea of licking my own cum never crossed through my head. Innately it seemed obnoxious, but then his persistence and my lust prevailed and I decided to try out this wicked game of his. Though hesitatingly, I open my lips to respond to his kiss and licked my own cum off his face for the first time in my life. I did not know how it tasted or felt as I was reeling with excitement and I was doing it for the sake of lust only. I must have liked that because after that episode whenever I got an opportunity to lick my own cum I never hung back.

We kept kissing and fondling each other for quite awhile. His stone-hard cock was continually stroking my crotch and cunt-lips causing me getting randier with each single blow. My overwhelming urge to have it inside me was getting over me then. A little later he straighten himself between my legs and hold his enormous cock in the right hand. He was ready to penetrate me! By then we both were so wet that we need not any artificial lubricant to apply.

"Tum tei'ar ho? Are ya ready?" Asked Nabeel.

I remain still. My body got stiffed in anticipation of penetration. He held his cock at the opening of my love-hole and gently pushed in. It was indeed amazing, how easily the cock tip entered my pussy. Still, I had my doubts about the rest of his shaft because he was too big for my little cunt. And I was correct. As he thrust his dick further in, a shrilling pain hit me.

"AAAaaaahaaa..." Cried I in agony.

Yet he was half in. I chewed my lips in pain. He kept stroking me very gently and the pain began subsiding. I felt relieved, a discrete smile played on my face. He increased is pace gradually. Then all of a sudden he banged his cock and his whole shaft was in me. This time the pain was excruciating and I yelled at top of my voice like a mad cow. "OOOOooooh... m-mar...gai... it's killing me!" It was if something had torn apart my pussy walls.

"Neekalo, take it out, Nee..." He immediately pulled his cock half back.

"I-I'm sorry," His said in a concerned tone.

Surprisingly, as he pulled back the pain instantly subsided. I asked him to wait a bit and then push slowly in. He complied. The pain was bearable now. Soon the entire dick got inside my cunt-hole. He kept still there for a while then start stroking me. The pleasure gradually overtook the pain and my body relaxed.

His one hand rested on the bed while other was busy playing with my tits. I could see bliss on his face too.

"Aaah... eits fuckin'... wonderful..." He mourned in ecstasy.

"Oh yes... lovleee... ha...harder..."

Nabeel increased the pace. We have lost all sense of time. Pleasure, ecstasy and laughter were the only emotions I could sense.

"Yes, yes... fuck me..." I was thrusting my hips upwardly. He was pumping my pussy real hard. In and out, in and out.

"Aaah... Whata fuckin' tight choot... Haaaa..."

I felt another climax developing in me. "Kee...keep doin'... Doo...don't stop... Yes... harder..." My sobs were nonstop.

"Fuck ya bitch... M-maan aa raha... hoon... I-I'm coming..."

"No." I abruptly interrupted him. "Please wait...for me... I'll be coming...soon."

He slowed down a little.

"Don't stop...don't... Faster...bastard...faster..." His pace increased.

"Ya bitch... fuck ya... fuck...yoo..." We're yelling loud and randy.

"Had-er, Ui Allah... oh God... yes...yes... I'm cumin'... I'm...... Don't stoooooooppp..." And I exploded. It was a bigger orgasm then before. I look into his eyes and I knew he was about to come. A moment later, her pulled out his dripping cock and burst his load on my belly.

"Aaaah... yes... take it... here I cum..." Oh my God! He came and came and came. It seemed he would never stop. His semen was all over my tummy. I haven't seen that much cum in my life. He collapsed besides me. We both were spent and exhausted form that wonderful fuck.

We embraced each other and kissed. Then I pushed me aside gently.

"What?"

"Need washroom."

He nodded. I stood up and gathered my clothes. He quickly grabbed them and said, "You can change here when you're back."

I stared into his smiling face.

"Please,"

I shrugged and went to the washroom. My God! I felt sore, my thigh cramped and I noticed a limp in my gait. With difficulty I got myself clean and walked back a little embarrassed of being naked, but tried to walk straight.

"Come here," he tapped his hand beside him browsing my naked body.

I went besides him and lay down.

"You were great." Said he.

"So were you."

"Tell me, you weren't a virgin, were you?"

I certainly was not but I thought for moment then decided to tell him the truth. "No,"

"But, you're so tight. Tum ne too mere lun ki jan nekal di, you've taken shit of my cock."

The use of his word, lun, shocked me a little. However, I said, "Are you disappointed?"

"Disappointed? No way. Hell, I enjoyed every bit; that was wonderful."

"Thanks."

"Welcome. Anytime,"

"You know, you made me so sore,"

"Really?" His eyes suddenly glow.

"You seemed pleased, mean you."

"No, no. But I am flattered."

"Making me sore?"

He paused and said at length, "Well, you've enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"You know your job damn well."

He laughed loudly. "I am flattered again."

"Keep flattering and here I go." I stood up. "Thank you again you for such a nice evening." I got dressed and went out of his room.

As I reached by the lounge, I saw Erum and Tahseen watching television. Feeling my presence they turned their faces around and both lobbed a rather mischievous smile at me. Oh my God! I thought. They knew what happened the next room. I colored out of embarrassment and quickly strode away to my room.

~ * ~

As I was exhausted from the 'encounter', I, therefore, changed to nightdress and retired to the bed.

While I was reading a book, I heard a knock at my door.

"Yes! It's open,"

Erum walked in.

"Are you Okay?" Said she shutting the door behind her.

"Yeah! Why?"

"You were limping and now you're looking pale too." She had a concern in her voice.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just tired."

"I understand," Same crooked smile ran on her face as she sat besides me on the bedside. "But, you enjoyed?"

Ops. She definitely knew. Nevertheless, her direct enquiry surprised me and I pretended not to understand her.

"Enjoyed what?"

"Now don't fool me sis," said she fondling my arm. "Your screams can be heard in every nook and corner of the house; even the neighbors had gotten awake."

I was still surprised by her free talk about my sexual encounter; instead of getting upset she appeared completely comfortable with it.

"They got attracted much before me sis." I cut her sarcastically in. Winking at her, I continued, "But who cares about poor them."

"One do; I do. Especially when they hear those sexy sobs." She discreetly diverted her conversation to me. "The sobs were irresistible."

"What do you mean, irresistible? I retorted.

"Irresistible means irresistible. Don't you know the meaning?" She teased me.

I kept staring her.

"Okay. We couldn't hold us from peeping through the keyhole."

"WHAT!!! Y-you, you watched me... Us?" Another shock hit me. "And what do you mean by us? You don't mean Tahseen also..." I could not complete the sentence. My mind was boggling.

"Yes. Both of us,"

I hated that crooked grin of her. "You filthy rascals," My voice chocked. I was really pissed off. How could they do it to me? She! Tahseen! How could Erum spy on me, her sister, making love to her dewar (husband's brother) along with her hubby eying through the keyhole? I felt betrayed.

"Now don't be stuffy. An eye for an eye is the rule. But it was sweet and mindblower revenge. Now we are even with both of you."

What the hell she meant. I thought. No, no, that can't be it. She couldn't know that! That I watched them fucked together? Oh my God! Definitely, she knew that too. But then why she looked so cool? Why isn't she furious or mad on me? What was going on?

"W-what re-revenge are you t-taking about?" I stammered.

"Cool it Annu. Don't be upset." Her tone was calm and steady. "I knew you were there." Same old cunning grin ran over her face. "After all how you found that slit in the curtains to spy on us."

"What!!!" Another moment of shock. "You set me up!!! No, you couldn't,"

"Well, not you really. But we always made sure that the curtains were drawn up in a way that it could be seen from out side. We love being watched while fucking each other. It's so thrilling and exciting and make us hornier than ever."

I was speechless. She carried on, however.

"Nabeel was one willing horny young audience to us. He was a real hot number. But tonight we're glad to have a new spectator. We knew that we'd attract you tonight as you were too close to the action."

"We? Y-you mean, Tahseen also knew that I was there?"

"Of course. In fact he picked you up first and told me that you finally had ended up the 'snoop-spot'. I got such a kick that I came then and there."

My mind was whirling. What an intrigue!

"Excited, that your own sister watching you both!"

"Making love. Yeah." She completed my sentence.

"How sneaky."

"But we really enjoy this."

"You'd rather be ashamed off," I tried to keep my tone calmer.

"Com' on, don't be silly. Do I not know you? You're not less kinky when it comes to sex."

"But I was never that outlandish nor have the guts."

"When you're with Tahseen, and I'm positive that Nabeel must be no different, sky is the limit to realize your fantasies. Tahseen barely has any inhibitions and he wanted me to be one like him."

"And sure you are now."

"It's so thrilling. Anyway, are you on pills?"

"No."

"Silly you..."

"He didn't come in me..." I interrupted her and was surprised over my own bluntness.

"See... You're getting into the 'business'." She laughed. "But you must be careful. I've a spare bottle, I'll give it to you."

"Tell me, Erum," I asked after awhile. "Are you also on them?"

"Yeah."

"But why? I mean your are married,"

"Well, we, Tahseen and I, had decided not to have kid for at least a year or two."

"Because?"

"Nothin'. We just want to enjoy ourselves before I got involved fostering kids."

~ * ~

A few days passed by with nothing interesting took place. It was weekend and I was bore to death. I had a plan for the evening with one of my friends but she had to attend some family emergency at the eleventh hour thus spoiling our evening. Now I was standard. Nabeel was also not home and Erum and Tahseen were getting ready for a weekend party.

As the couple got ready to leave, I saw Nabeel entered the house.

"Hi, everybody," He cheered.

"Hi!"

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah." Replied Tahseen. "To Rahims'."

"You're looking gorgeous, bhabi. Beautiful sari." He praised Erun.

I observed that Nabeel's eyes were stuck at her extended chest.

"Thanks Nabeel," Erum was flattered. I was sure that she swayed her breasts slightly. I was amazed by such lewd action from my sister. Then got stunned over Tahseen's reaction who perhaps had also noticed her wife's motion.

"Isn't she sexy?" He stroked her 'bumps' and looked towards both of us respectively. "Anyway, guys," he continued without waiting a reply, "we'll not be home till late night, so have your space and enjoy yourselves."

"Sure, we do." Nabeel replied.

"Okay Annu, take care," Tahseen told me.

"And you too Nabeel," Erum added.

As they went off Nabeel said to me, "Erum indeed looked sexy today!"

I gave a nasty stare and retorted back instead, "Where were you?"

"With my friends" He was surprised over my curtness. "Why?"

"I was bored to death."

"Oh, I see!" He added, "I believe you'd some plans with your friend. Didn't you?"

"Yes. But she canceled; some family engagement."

"So,"

"So what?"

"I'm free too now. So we can make our own plans. What about dinning out tonight."

"Not a bad idea." I cheered up.

"Good. Let me have a quick shower."

"Go ahead. I need a wash too. But be quick, don't take all the time in the world."

"I'll not." He walked towards his room then turned back and asked, "Are you taking a shower too?"

"Yeah. I'm feeling to it."

"Then... why don't we do it together?"

"What!" I was shocked by his proposal. "Together what?"

"I mean when we both need a shower, so why don't we bathe together. No point in wasting extra water." Said he with a sly smile.

"You must be kidding," I was still surprised. "How can..."

He cut me in, "Why can't we." Then looking at my perplexed face he added," "Well, we've seen each other naked, haven't we? So what's the problem with having a shower together?"

Believe me till then the idea of bathing together with your lover never struck me. It was wicked but tempting idea.

"Come on, it'll be a lot fun." He leapt ahead, took my hand and dragged me into his room, closed the door and straight to the bathroom. I kept quiet. He opened the bathtub-tap.

"I'll be back in a moment. Let me changed to my swimsuit."

As I turned around to leave, he grabbed my arm and said, "Swimsuit?" He laughed loudly. "Now look who's kidding! Yeh beach nahin ha, janoo, yeh mere gusilkhana ka tub ha. It's not a beach honey; it's a bathtub in my bathroom. Come on, apne kapra utaroo, take your clothes off." With this he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I still need to ago for a while."

"What for?"

I was too shy to tell him about my urge, so, I kept quiet.

"Tell me why you need to leave." He stressed upon my reply.

"Well... I-I... Oh Nabeel, you imp... I need to use toilet." I could barely express myself.

He laughed again, heartily this time. "Ha, ha, ha. Big deal! You can use it here, why've you to go to your room for that."

I blushed. "Go out then."

"Oh, my too modest girl. Don't worry, you'll be all right soon." Laughingly he went out of the washroom.

I locked the door. I needed to pee badly. When I got through, I let him in. He was still amused.

"You take long peeing, dear." He said with a devilish grin.

I reddened again. "What's so funny? Don't you want a shower?"

"Oh, sure I do." He was already shirtless. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. Then off went his briefs. He was stark naked now. He crossed over into the bathtub.

After peeing I hadn't pulled on my shalwar, but my kamiz was covering up to my knees.

"Take off you kamiz and come in." Said he standing under the running shower with a limp penis.

I shyly did so and went into the bathtub with my bra still on. He embraced my naked body and kissed me on the lips. His tender touch was as usual sensational. He quickly undid my bra and hung it on the shower. Soon our tongues crossed into each other mouths and got wild while the water was splashing over our bodies. It was a unique and pleasant experience. I felt his cock swelling. I touched it with my free hand and then hold it. It yanked further out. It was fully erected and hard and of course ready for action. I began stroking him softly. He was pulling, twitching and caressing my tities with both hands and I was mourning with pleasure.

After a few lovely moments, he held my hand stroking his shaft and said in hoarse tone. "Aaj tuhari bari ha, tonight it's ya're turn."

"Mere bari! Kiss cheez ki? My turn! For what?"

"Us din maan ne tumhain chata tha, aaj tum... the other day I sucked you, today you..."

I was glad that he asked for it. I wanted to take his cock into my cock-hungry mouth, wanted badly to taste that 'dickhead' but was waiting for him to ask me first. I bent on my knees without further asking and aimed his dick to my mouth. His mushroom-headed cock was looking monstrous. I kissed its head, then opened my mouth and took the head in and circled my tongue around the rim.

"Aaah," Nabeel grasped. I gradually took in as much of his erected 'meat' as my mouth can accommodate it. He was big enough to be covered completely by my mouth. Holding it with one hand, I started licking it. His dick stretched further in my mouth and literally felt like steel.

"Aaah... eeeits beautiful... Annu... Ooooh... keep movin'... faster... haaa faster..." He was mourning in ecstasy. He began thrusting his hips and no sooner her was pumping my mouth hard and fast as if it was a cunt.

"Aaaahaa... tum c-chaatna janti ho... chandu, ya know how to s-suck a cock... baby... Ooooooh" Then he asked me in a whispering tone, "Annu, kaya main tumhare muon main aa sakta hoon, may I come into yar mouth?"

My instant reaction was a no. I had sucked on male dicks before but never allowed them to come into my mouth or over my face. But with Nabeel, I don't know why, my values tumbled like a house of cards. I wanted him to shoot his load right into my mouth. I had a strong craving for to taste his semen - stuff I never had done before. Without saying anything further, I kept licking his dick. I knew that he was going to shoot his load in no time, so, I increased my pace.

"Oooooh... yes... yes... I'm cumin'... I'm cum..." He tried to withdrew his cock from my mouth, but I didn't let him loose. As he was at the point of no return, he fired his load then and there, right in my mouth, with such a force that amazed me. "AAAAaahhhaa..." Loads of cum; I couldn't gulp the entire down the throat and I pushed him softly away. He was still spurting as he withdrew. The next thick stream of cum hit my chin and another landed onto my cleavage. I stood on my feet and spited the cum into the toilet. As I caught my image in the life-size mirror, I saw cum drooling out of my mouth to chin, running down to the belly through the cleavage. It was a funny picture of me. I smiled. Instead of repulsion, it tickled my fancy contrary to my thoughts. Strange.

I washed my mouth, cleaned myself and went back into the bathtub. Nabeel's cock was half erected, amazing that it was not completely lifeless. I straightaway grabbed his penis.

"It's still alive," Said I kissing him on the lips.

"Yeah. Ye tumahre under gushna mangta, chand, it wants to enter you, honey."

"Not now."

"Why?"

"I'm starving, silly."

"Kiss cheez ki bhook ha, starving of what?" He gave a meaningful smiled.

"Tum... You..." I wrenched his cock teasingly.

"Aah," He in retaliation brought his hand to my pussy and shoved a finger into my love-hole with considerable force.

"Oops. You bastard," I twisted the prick again.

He reciprocated his action and then kept stroking his finger in my well-lubricated tunnel.

"Ooooh... Yeah, finger-fuck me to a quick climax."

He pulled the finger out, however. Turned me around and made me sit on the side of the bathtub. I was resting against the wall now. He spread my legs and sat between them and inserted two fingers into my cunt this time. He began finger-fucking me.

"Aaahh... yes... Karte raho, keep doin'..." His pace increased and no sooner I felt my orgasm building. Sensing my excitement, he found my clit and at the same time was stroking it with his thumb.

"Ooooh... haaaa... Haan, yes... Ahaaa... zoor se, harder... Oooh yes... I'm cumin'..."

And I did come.

His dick was hard again. After picking my strength, I got hold of his prick and made him stand pulling it upwards.

"Chloo,jeildi se gusel kar lain, let's have a quick shower. We're too late for dinner and as I told you, mujay sakht boohk lagi ha, I'm starving."

"Lakin, but..." He tried to say something.

"No buts."

"I want to..."

"Mujay puta ha, I know," I interrupted him, "tum kaya chate ho, what you want. Khane ke baad kerain ge, We'll do it after dinner."

"Sure? Waadah, promise?" He was too skeptical about my offer.

"Sure I do." I added, "Come on Nabeel, I like doing it with you."

"Kaho ke tum ghar aa kay mujse fuck karo gi, say you'll fuck me once we were home."

"Main keh rehai hoon na, main kernoon gi, I'm saying, I'll do."

"Do what?" His eyes twinkled with wickedness.

I looked into his eyes but said nothing.

"Kaho na, Come on, say it." He coaxed me.

"M-main khane ke baad tum say f-fu...fuck kerron gi, I-I'll f-fu...fuck ya, after dinner." I stammered.

"Good girl." He kissed me.

Continued in part-2..