0 comments/ 57900 views/ 9 favorites Friends and Family - Continuation By: nadiaalam Before I start off, let me tell the readers that this is not a new story. It was earlier written by 'Hornypaki', a person who inspired me to start writing on Lit. The story was perhaps the last by the author, before he suddenly disappeared from the Lit. I would like to dedicate this sequel to him and sincerely wish that he comes back with a bang. For those, who have not read the story by the actual author, I would summarize the past parts so as to invoke interest in it and my contribution. * 'Friends And Family' comprised of 18 parts and was a story of Fahad from Karachi, Pakistan. He belonged to a middle class family, who went to Middle East to help his family, financially. There he hit jackpot and became the sole cause for the rise of his family status. He was able to provide enough dough for the amicable marriage of his elder sister, Rida, to an Air Force officer, Tariq. Fahad's younger brother, Faisal, started a flourishing shop with the backing of Fahad and incidentally gets married to Nadia. Fahad's younger sister, Zainab, whom he left as a skinny adolescent, was now a raging teenager. True to her age, she was a real headache for the parents due to her activities and tantrums. During the course of story, Fahad, who have been portrayed as a guy for whom, sex was like air, water and food; a basic necessity of life. He starts off for Pakistan from Dubai, only after a mind boggling sex session with a Sri Lankan nurse. After coming back, he was showered with the respect and gratitude from his entire family. He is also pressurized by his family to enter into wedlock with some suitable girl, but he avoids the preposition. He started off with seducing his sis, Nadia. Then he had the housemaid, Beena, a young and nubile girl from Southern Punjab. His elder sister also arrives from Lahore with her hubby, a real Air Force jock, who doesn't mind revealing his exploits to his Brother in Law, Fahad. The heroin of the story is none else then the younger sister, Zainab. A 'real pain in ass' for the parents, who has grown up to become a beauty. In addition of her beauty, she is wild, just like Fahad. Despite their 'like-mindedness', the seduction took quite a long time. It materializes at the end of the story. Both enjoyed each other in totality and, when at the end of story, Fahad is all set to leave Pakistan without getting married, she becomes sad. Fahad makes false promises of calling her to Dubai in his wake. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Life was back to normal in Dubai for me; the work, the parties, the friends and the booze. I missed my occasional flings with hash that I was able to get easily in my homeland. I missed some other things as well, but despite yearning for those, I vowed repeatedly not to pursue them. Some nights, when I was alone, I unintentionally thought about my recent trip to Pakistan. My mind went to the fun I had with Beena, her willingness to do anything in the bed was great and I knew for sure, that her next suitors would enjoy the skills she had learnt from the sex we had. Nadia, my sis, was never a naïveté in the ways of love making. She was a wild lady, who got a mismatch in the form of my brother, Faisal. Zainab, whom I avoided in my thought, somehow managed to persistently haunt me in my dreams. I took cherries of two of her holes and every moment of that time teased me thoroughly. In my conscious moment, I shooed her visions away, but when I was drunk or drowsy, there was no way to avoid her. My tongue longed for her honeyed taste, my hands missed her small but perfectly formed tits and most of all, and my cock missed her tight confines, always wet and hot to receive me. I sometimes felt that I should have brought her here, but that was out of question, atleast that was what I thought. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Arey Fahad beta, tumhari behen ke liye ek rishta aaya hey (Fahad, someone has proposed your sister)." My mom broke the news to me one evening. "Accha, so who is the guy?" I asked, not knowing how to react. "You don't know him. He is a bit older, but amazingly, Zainab is willing." She seemed to be genuinely amazed. "Ammi, umer hey faraq sey kiya hota hey, haan bilkul hi buddha nahi hona chahiye (Mom, age difference is not a big issue but definitely the guy should not be real old man)." I remarked. Then on second thoughts, I asked, "How old is he, by the way?" She did not reply immediately, as if trying to figure out how to break the news. Then she quietly said, "Chalees ke kareeb (Around forty)." "What? More then double the age of Zainab. Are you all out of your mind?" I was shocked. "How on earth Zainab is willing?" I thought. "Beta, tum to Dubai mein ayyashi sey reh rahe ho, tumhe kiya pata ke Zainab ne kitna sataya hua hey. Is sey pehley ke kuch gul khilaaey, uss ki shaadi ho jani chahiye. Aur jahan tak umer ka faraq hey, usey khud aiteraz nahi to tum kyoon pareshan ho (Son, you are enjoying yourself in Dubai, you don't know how much Zainab teases us. I want that she should get married before something real bad happens. Beside, she is willing, what worries you then)." She said in a tone that revealed how much nervous wreck she has become because of Zainab. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Astonishingly, Zainab did not call me "behenchod" or sisfucker during this call as she had been doing in our past conversations on the phone. I had called her on her cell, immediately after the call from mom. "- - - - Haan, mein raazi hoon (Yes, I am willing), why are you so bothered?" She said when I harped upon the age difference. "Do I know him?" I asked. "In a way, may be, but I am not sure that you remember him." She said with a voice that revealed that she was talking in riddles. "Why don't you tell me?" I said. "You will know him, through and thorough. But why are you so interested in knowing him." She again taunted, her mood tilting towards past. "Ok, don't tell, I am not that crazy about your affairs." I tried to cut off her pranks. "Well, since when you have stopped taking interest in my affairs; you, to be honest, were never interested so there is no question so stopping. " She replied, acting as a leech. "Would you please tell me that if you are really convinced that you should get married to someone double your age?" I persisted. "Why are you thinking otherwise? I am anxiously waiting to get married." She replied and after a pause said, "I will be getting a license to FUCK." "So, when do you plan to get married to that mysterious old man who has fallen in love with?" I asked realizing that she was not going to stop teasing me. "Since you left, I was in search of love. I may not have found someone whom I love, but he definitely loves me." She said, sounding somber but dodging my question of 'when'. "Ok, when do you plan to get married?" I asked, not being able to cope with her at the moment. "Mom wanted me to get married right away but I told her I am not getting married unless I shop for my marriage in Dubai. So I would be unmarried for some two more months while I cause a drain on your pocket." She chuckled. "Oh!" was what all I could say. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next couple of weeks, I remained busy with my work that I had no time for myself. Strangely no call came either from mom, or from anybody else back home. Usually I was able to have some form of sex, every alternate day but incidentally the commitments rose to a pitch that I went without sex for almost two weeks. After two weeks of uninterrupted commitments, finally a weekend came that was free. I had planned to shed away my horniness over the weekend and for this I had no elaborate plans. So after getting myself refreshed with a long sleep that brought me back to vigour, I went to a bar. There were a host of people around and soon I was interacting with a couple, probably from Sweden. They were interested in seeing the place, but as we were chalking out the details, my cell rang. "Behenchod, how are you?" It was Zainab, in the prime of her mood. "I am fine but where have you been. No calls!" I asked. "Arey tumhe ammi ka pata hi hey, meri har baat sey inkar karna un ki aadat ban gai hey (You know mom, she would contradict me on every issue). Now she is making a fuss about me coming to Dubai." She was really irritated. "What she says?" I inquired. "Arey wohi, tum ko mein akeley Dubai nahi bhej sakti, tumhe kiya pata ke shadi ke liye kiya kharidari karni hoti hey (The same, you can't be sent alone to Dubai, what do you know about shopping for marriage)." She mimicked mom. "So?" I asked. "Now she wants to send Rida baji (elder sis) and Nadia Bhabi (sis). Well, Bhabi is ok, but Rida Baji, no way." She said. "So what's the solution, I don't mind hosting you all, but being a bachelor, I live in a small apartment. If you all come, it would become a refugee camp." I remarked. "You talk to ammi (mom), insist on sending me alone, but if she behaves the way she usually do, you can agree to Nadia Bhabi. Rida, no way." "Ok, I will talk to her." I said. By the time, the call ended, the Swedish couple had left, perhaps not liking the way I became oblivious of them while talking on the phone. My mood also got worse, 'What the hell, three ladies, five kids, my little apartment, two bedrooms, those too small ones. How would I live?' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was two days after I talked to Zainab and mom, I was at the airport. The flight from Pakistan was due in thirty minutes and my mind was going through a lot. Mom was able to dictate her terms and now I was to receive the three ladies and their five kids. She had actually initiated the process earlier by acquiring tickets and visas for the party. Rida had already arrived and was at my apartment as she had the ticket from Lahore. I wonder what her kids were doing with my house. The day after I received the call from Zainab was frantically spent in getting rid of all objectionable things from the house. Liquor, was distributed to friends, who were happy. All porno, movies and magazines, met the same fate. I was sure; Rida would have raised hell had she seen any of the things. I was wondering how I would be able to survive the two weeks they were here. Zainab did raise hell, she even threatened to walk out of the marriage proposal, but then feminine instincts of 'shopping at any cost' did come into play and she agreed, with all her reservations, the accompanying of Rida. I was also disturbed, as my long awaited weekend had been ruined by the news of their arrival. I was horny as hell and despite the fact that two out of the three ladies who were coming, were definitely eager to jump into my bed. The dilemma was; I could not fuck anyone, unless I somehow managed to have her alone without raising suspicion for the other two. That was quite impossible. Although Zainab knew that I had been fucking Nadia, but vice versa, it was not the case. Rida, my elder sis, did not have any clue about my incestuous activities with our sis and sis. I was sure that Zainab did had a clue about my sexcapades with Nadia, but knowing is one thing while accepting is another. On the other hand Nadia was ignorant of my incestuous relations with Zainab and her reaction to such knowledge could most likely be explosive. Rida, my elder sister, had had no interaction with me and thus had no ideal about my raunchy attitude and touching either Zainab or Nadia would bring her wrath... My thoughts were broken as the announcer made the call that the flight from Karachi had landed. After some fifteen minutes, I saw my younger sis Zainab and my sis, Nadia coming out of the arrival lounge. It took me sometime to recognize them as they were dressed in a very different manner as I was used to seeing them. Zainab wore a mini skirt that was hardly covering her bums and her long tapering legs were available for public viewing. Over her upper body, was a sleeveless blouse and when she got near, I found that she was not wearing any bra, as her nipples were very much indented on the fabric. A very light make up was all she had and was simply looking stunning and sexy. Nadia wore comparatively modest clothes but still she was looking hot. A tight jean that was struggling to keep her ample curves hidden. A simple shirt, having top two buttons open to make her cleavage plainly visible. To assist stares from lurking men, her younger child was pulling her collar to one side while he was being carried by her. I was unable to see her nipples so she was wearing a bra, not out of modesty, but because of the sag she had after spending some five years of marriage. "Fahad, jan tum se mil ker buhat khushi hey." Zainab, taking advantage of liberal Dubai, embraced me and crushed her braless boobs on my body. Then as she was holding me, she said, "Behenchod, tumhari behen shadi sey pehley hi honeymoon key liye aai hey (Sis fucker, ur sis has come to enjoy her honeymoon prior to her marriage)." By the time she disengaged, I was fully erect. So when Nadia hugged me after handing her kid to my sis, she enjoyed the poking of her belly by my semi erect cock. "Arey, behen ko galey laga kar khara hua hey ke meri waja sey (Is this erection a result of the embrace of your sis or me)." She said meaningfully as she held me close to her body and I enjoyed her soft body. The hugs lasted for sometime and we headed for my car. After loading the luggage, we started towards my flat. Nadia, sitting in the backseat with her kids while Zainab sat in front. I was still semi erect and it was difficult to concentrate on the road. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Zainab, tell me, for heavens sake, how have you agreed to marry a person who is almost the age of dad." I asked with a serious note in my voice. "He is more than double, forty eight years old, but he is rich so he can maintain a supply of Viagra, beside, I have other lovers too." She said without paying any obvious attention to Nadia in the backseat, or may be there was something that I still did not know. "Fahad, tumhara 'to be brother' is rich and despite his age, he is smart (Fahad, your to be bro in law is rich)." Nadia added from rear. "Aur wesey bhi age sey ziyada attitude matters (besides, attitude matters more then age)." "What do you mean?" I asked "You seem to be getting jealous, why you are so bent upon convincing me to decline his proposal." Zainab replied before Nadia could. "No, it's not that, I just want that you marry someone whom you love and I want you to have a life full of happiness." I said sincerely. "Arey tum log kis behes mein par gaey ho (Hey what sort of discussion you two have gotten into), Fahad, Zainab had taken this decision after thinking it out and she is happy." Nadia interjected. I drove on, not fully understanding yet that how come Zainab, twenty years of age has willing agreed to marry a person of forty eight. There must be something that I still did not know. "Acha ye batao ke merey do kamron key flat mein itne log kaisey rahen gey (Tell me how come we all gonna live in my two room flat)?" I asked. "Arey mein aur bhabi to tumhare saath reh leinge, leikin masla Rida ka hey (Me and sis have no problem living with you, problem is of Rida)." Zainab said as if she was making it clear that she knew about me and Nadia. Suddenly I felt a hand on thing, as I looked down, it was of Zainab. I immediately looked into the rear view; kids were busy in looking out the window, Nadia, on the other hand was looking at us. Obviously, Zainab's hand on my thigh could not have gone unnoticed. I think I saw her smiling. "Are both the rooms having washrooms?" Asked Nadia as Zainab moved her hands freely over my thighs. "Yes, but they are not very large." I replied. "Bhayiya, that's ok, if they are small, it means people get closer by compulsion." Said Zainab. Zainab moved her hand towards my groin and started stroking my cock as if she had no fear of Nadia. I instantly got hard and driving became increasingly difficult. I again looked in the rear view mirror and saw a smiling Nadia, as if saying, "Go ahead, I don't mind." "What is all this Bhabi, I smelled a rat." I tried to tackle the situation head on; I had had both of them, what if they both knew. "Kiya problem hey, hum dono mein bari understanding ho gai hey, khas tor par jab tum Pakistan sey gaey thay (What's the problem, we two have lot of understanding and it has enhanced particularly after you left Pakistan). Zainab said. Now I understood; they both knew our mutual secrets. Suddenly life became easier. I took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on Zainab's naked thigh. As I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw Nadia opening another button of her shirt and she was smiling. "Arey tum kiya samajhtey ho, tum apna ishq chupa saktey ho, tumhari bhabi ko wesey bhi logon ko observe karne ka shoq hey (Hey, what do you think, you can hide your infatuation from me I am otherwise very fond of observing people)." Nadia said while she caressed upper portion of tits. She reminded me of the night when she and me watched Beena and our servant have sex. Zainab in the meantime, had opened my zipper and, taking advantage of her understanding with Nadia and the ignorance of the kids, who where otherwise busy in looking at the streets of Dubai, had taken my cock out of my trouser. "Bhabi, lagta hey ke kafi din sey yeh humara intezar kar raha hey (Sis, it seems that he had been waiting very impatiently for both of us)." Zainab said, commenting upon my hard member. "How come, tum nand bhawaj mein itni understanding ho gai hey (How come you siss have developed such a good understanding)? I asked while enjoying Zainab's touch on my cock. "Bhai, mujhe to bhabi pehle bhi buhut sexy lagti theen, par pehley mujhey nahi pata tha key larkiyan bhi aapas mein acchi dost ho sakti hey (Bro, I liked Bhabi and she is definitely sexy, but initially I never knew that we girls can be good friends as well)." Zainab said, throwing ample hints that what she meant by 'good friendship'. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - World was suddenly becoming an interesting place. Now I didn't have to hide things from these two, only hurdle remained in form of Rida. She was my elder sis, 5 years older, mother of three, incl 1 5 month old baby. Apparently she was a content lady, whose bearing of 3 children in 5 years of her marriage spoke about their horniness. She used to be a ravishing teenager and resultantly, Tariq, my bro fell for her. Now, after 5 years of marriage, and three children, she was still a beautiful lady, albeit a bit fat. My thoughts were interrupted by Zainab, who moved my hand, which was caressing her thigh, a bit further up. I took her signal as a command and slowly moved my fingers towards her vagina. I expected to touch her panties but when I found that she was not wearing anything underneath her skirt, I was a bit shocked. She was dripping wet. After keeping my hand there for sometime, I brought it out and took the fingers to my lips, while I sucked my fingers; I looked first at Zainab, who was looking at me lovingly. I then saw Nadia smiling in the rearview mirror. "Bhai, tumharey bhateejon ka dil chah raha hey ice cream khai jaey. Kiya yahan par koi munasib jaga hey (Bro, your nephews intend having ice cream, is there any suitable place around)." Zainab said while her eyes spoke of other motives. "Yes, just around the corner, but why only kids, won't you ladies desire eating or drinking anything." I said while looking back at Nadia and she winked at me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Friends and Family - Continuation Ch. 02 (Author's note: In this story I have tried to rectify the follies pointed out by the readers of the first part. It has been deliberately kept short with promise of more parts.) * It was indeed something that any man could desire in his wildest dreams, I thought while I drove back to my apartment. Though I had been enjoying with them in Pakistan as well, but now knowing that they both were party to it made their stay a bit hassle free. Only Rida remained the stumbling block, who apparently has been sent by my mom to keep an eye on all of us. The good thing about my apartment, in the current crisis, was the common washroom for both the bedrooms. Perhaps the one who designed these apartments had my current predicament in mind. I had this in my mind when I heard about their visit but getting one lady isolated from the other two was indeed a difficult ask. Now, with the knowledge that my younger sis and sis were both very 'friendly', I could now bank upon them for keeping the third party committed while we could use the toilet for our quickies. The kids and ladies were chirping in my SUV, apparently making plans for themselves in this new place. Ladies, beside other things, were concerned about shopping while the kids were mainly concerned about visiting famous Playlands that they have been hearing about from their friends. I drove on, thinking how I would be able to keep secrets in a house so full of people. Their visit was finalized at the last moment and I had only a day to clean up my house from the objectionable material. All the bottles of liquor went inside my bedroom locker and with them went all the pornographic material; CDs, DVDs and magazine that somehow found their place in my apartment. Beside me, the apartment was frequented by many of my friends who use it for their trysts. Cleaning it was indeed an uphill task. Despite all my efforts, I got a severe scolding from Rida when she arrived, some six hours earlier then Nadia and Zainab. According to her, my house stunk like a shithouse and she scrubbed and cleaned the house again. All the time she was busy in doing it, her tongue remained involved in lashing out all the things related to the demerits of untidiness and casualness. It was a relief when I left again for the airport to pick up the other contingent of guests. Ever since she had arrived, Rida had been behaving peculiarly. Her temper flared frequently and she was not her normal self. I despite all my effort had not been able to understand the underlying reasons for her behavior. She had taken me to task for various things in my apartment, including cleanliness etc. Now as we neared our house, I was wondering what mood our elder sis would be in. I looked at Zainab who sat beside me; her dress was now ok and showed no signs of our earlier romp in the car. Nadia, who was at the backseat, was looking good enough. But were they acceptable to Rida in their attires? The answer was quite certain; she would again scold us like an angry old woman. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rida, as anticipated, was furious when we reached back, she knew that we had taken too long for getting to the house from air port. Her already fragile temper further skyrocketed when she saw her sis and sis in attires, which were more suited, as per Pakistani customs, for models, or for high society call girls. "Arey, tum dono ko kuch sharam haya hey key nahi, ghar sey bahir nikalney ka ghalat faida utha rahey ho (Hey, don't you two have any modesty left in you, taking wrong advantage of getting out of our home)." She shouted as we entered my apartment. Her kids had made sure that they treated my apartment as if it was theirs. I, after having a quality time with two beautiful and raunchy ladies, was in no mood to make fuss over it. After all they were my nephews and niece and they had the right. Plus, Rida was there to clean it again. "Rida Baji, you are behaving like ammi. Come on, this is not Pakistan and let us enjoy as we want to." Zainab replied as if she was confronting mom. "We will change, bhabi, atleast let us catch our breath." Nadia behaved more appropriately as she straight away landed on a sofa in the little lounge that my apartment had. On the other hand, Zainab headed straight for the washroom, she was not wearing panties and traces of our love-juices could have been sighted by our nosy elder sis, which Zainab was in no mood to reveal now, despite all her boldness and bravado. Rida, despite her temper, was a very fine cook and she had used all her culinary skills while cooking a meal for us. Zainab emerged from shower in a modest white shalwar kamiz (Pakistani attire). Nadia went to the shower, vacated by Zainab while I headed for my room to clean up. When I got back, I found a very well laid out table and all ladies had occupied their chairs. Kids were having a meal of French Fries while sitting in front of TV, watching cartoons. Moreover, Nadia had now changed into a normal dress, acceptable to Rida. Now on the dinner table; me, the two sisters and our sis gossiped non stop. Rida filled them about the gossip from Lahore, where she lived with her hubby. She recently; some five months back, had a baby girl, and this raised her 'production figure' to three in five years of her marriage. The other two ladies teased her about it. "Baji, jis rafter sey tum bachey paida kar rahi ho, us sey to Pakistan key tamam family planning key program dharey ke dharey reh jaen gey (Sis, the speed with which you are producing kids would make ruin of all family planning programs of Pakistan Government)." Zainab teased Rida. Nadia was not the one to stay behind as she added, "Rida, don't you and your hubby have anything else to do?" "I don't know about her, but Tariq bhai does have many other things to do." Zainab added meaningfully and I smiled. "Kia matlab hey tumhara?" Rida fumed at her double meaning sentence. "I mean, he has to ride - - - or fly, planes." Zainab still maintained her teasing tantrums. The only person who was silently consuming the delicacies prepared by Rida was me. I sat there, eating as much as I can of the fine food prepared by my elder sis. Meanwhile, I also looked at them, assessing them. Zainab, in her modest white dress looked pretty and now there were no signs of her vivaciousness that were so prominently visible in the dress that she wore on arrival. Now she could have been taken as a simple and innocent college girl from a middle class neighborhood of Pakistan. Nadia, my sis had changed from the figure hugging jeans that she wore to a loosely fit Shalwar Kamiz and looked a decent housewife. Seeing her now could give no indication of her randiness when she asked me take her ass in the SUV and had given me her nether hole with gusto while we were coming back from the air port. The loose dress that she wore now did conceal her curves to some extent. Rida, my elder sis, who had come earlier, was again wearing a shalwar kamiz, which had gone stained, mostly due to cooking that she had done and also because of the spillover food of my five month old niece, Nazish. She was twenty eight years old and looked a couple of years younger. Her physique, after her marriage did change; but the change was good. From a skinny teenager, as I remembered her from my pre Dubai days, she has transformed into a very well endowed lady. Her tall frame was now full of ample curves that looked good even when she wore loose fitting clothes. I also thought about the afternoon that I had; first fucking my younger sis and filling her up with my seed. Then, without much of a gap, having violated my sis's ass; I was pretty drained. The 'beauty' of the situation was that both knew about everything. The question that now haunted me, that how would we be able to continue with our desires in presence of a hawkish Rida. The dinner was over and we were sitting on the table, when Rida's daughter shrieked from the bedroom where she was sleeping. So, she had to leave us; me, Nadia and Zainab, how thankful we were to the baby as we started cleaning up the lounge without presence of our elder sis. We moved to the kitchen after filling our hands with the used dishes and plates. Rida went in the room to attend to her daughter who was now crying very loudly. In the kitchen, we all shared the duty of doing the dishes and at the same time engaged in small talk. The comparatively older kids of Rida and Nadia were glued to the TV and were busy in exploring new channels. Thank God, I had earlier blocked all the adult channels; otherwise the consequences would not have been pleasent. "So how have you liked Dubai?" I asked the ladies while they placed the washed dishes at their respective places. "We have yet to see it properly. Up until now, we have not seen anything that we have not seen before." Zainab smirked. I let her remark go unnoticed and continued, "It's a nice place; not only for shopping, but also for the other aspects. People come here from all over the world and it's a global metropolis." "Yes, but the place seems uninhibited as compared to Karachi." Nadia said. "The population difference is great but I tell you the place is real good. People keep to themselves and there is lot of tolerance." I replied. "I think me and Nadia both realize this as no one disturbed us in the car park. I think we would enjoy our stay here." Zainab said, again referring to the incident in the restaurant's parking. "Yes, we would, but what about Rida?" I asked. "That's why I was reluctant to have her accompany me. Nadia knew everything and she is a good sport, but Rida; she is a real fun spoiler." Said Zainab. "I was quite surprised that you shared such a secret with Nadia." I remarked to Zainab. "Oh! Come on bhai, since you were having her regularly beside Beena in Karachi and when you live under one roof, things become obvious when they become more of a routine." Zainab Said while Nadia smiled. "And when did you think that what's right for your bro is right for you too?" I asked. "Well, Nadia looked hot to me since she joined our family; however, I never thought that we could get going sexually as well until she showed me that we can enjoy ourselves." Zainab said. "And when she came back from a spoilt date one night; real distraught and angry, I thought it was right time to strike." Nadia added. "The first time; I was too angry upon males in general that I just went with on to things she was telling me to do. There onwards, I found how much fun I could have with girls as well. Then there was no turning back." Zainab said. "And when did you both revealed to each other about your involvement with me?" I asked. "She knew about us but I knew about you people just before she became so insistent about leaving Rida behind for this trip to Dubai. Initially she wouldn't tell, but one night, when I had her while she slept, she started murmuring your name. I asked later and she came out." Nadia replied. "I was afraid that she would be shocked, rather repelled, by this. On the contrary, she took it as it was just normal." Zainab said. "Zainab, don't be so prude. The attraction between men and women is just normal and between bro and sis, the tabooness multiply the aspect of fun to a great degree. Moreover, your looks could entrap anyone, despite relations." Nadia said. "Nadia, you are talking as if you had hots for your bro; did you fuck him too?" I asked. "I would have; but he was quite a coward. When we were growing up, I dropped lot of hints, even dressed provocatively, but he was a real prude." She replied. We got back to our dishes and while discussing such, and other things, we soon finished with all the stuff. Rida was still in the room feeding the baby, whom we heard crying intermittently. May be the child had yet to adjust to the new place. Zainab and Nadia both started inspecting my kitchen and were looking at new things. Though Karachi was an advanced enough city, still many things that they saw in the kitchen were new to them. The different types of cooking oils used in Pakistan were not used here in my kitchen as I only used Olive Oil for my requirements, that too, scrupulously. Although, it's not uncommon in Pakistan now, but only the affluent people in some cities use it. So, for both my sis and sis, the bottle of Olive Oil was something of a novelty. "Look, he uses Olive Oil for cooking. In Karachi, only few of my friends like it." Zainab said. "But it's a very good thing for your health and beside; price is not an issue here." I replied. "Is it good for health only?" Asked Nadia, with a veiled twinkle in her eyes. "Yes, it is healthy for heart as far as its consumption is concerned. I agree in Pakistan, its use is limited. I remember, getting Olive Oil massages when I was a baby." I replied. "But it is good for other things as well." Nadia said, while sporting a big grin. "Bhabi, why are you talking in riddles?" Zainab was starting to get irritated. "Well, it's an excellent lubricant; it allows big things to enter into small places." Nadia replied naughtily. "Bhabi, why not you go and check Rida and allow me to demonstrate the goodness of Olive Oil to my darling sister?" I said, somewhat pleadingly. "What will I get in return?" Nadia asked while she got moving towards us. "Bhabi, I will do the same when you would want time with my bro." Said Zainab, undoing her Shalwar's cord (Shalwar is the loose baggy trouser worn in Pakistan with shirts and is tied with a cord, called naarra). "And I would also do the same, plus you get a bonus in shopping." I offered. "Ok, Ok, but I will initiate the honors." Nadia picked the bottle of Olive Oil and moved towards Zainab, who was now bending against the kitchen counter, all waiting for her 'share'. Nadia went to her, Olive Oil bottle in her hand, and kissed her sis who turned her neck sideways to facilitate her. Zainab's shalwar was now lying crumpled at her feet. Nadia bent down and picked the shirttail of her sis to bring her well rounded, shapely and lovely ass to our view. Tilting the uncapped bottle of Olive Oil she dropped a generous amount of the thick liquid in the ass crack of my sis. Her hand followed the oil and she made sure that my sister was lubricated properly for the assault she would be taking at her backdoor. I heard Zainab moan "oh Bhabi!" as Nadia inserted, first one and then another finger up her asshole. Nadia left her sis after oiling her inner passage and turned toward me. I had already released my cock out of my shorts and she came to me with her palm still glistening with the leftover Olive Oil. Sitting down, she first took my cock deep in her mouth and kept it there for some time; she looked up at me with eyes full of mischief and love. Her saliva and my oozing precum mingled to make my shaft wet. She slowly withdrew her lips, wrapping them around my shaft all the way back until the top came out with a pop. She then went on to massage the oil on my cock with great love and care. It was as if she was massaging her baby and had she done it for a bit longer, I would have cum in her hand. "Chalo, mazey karo, aur haan, ziada shor na machana (Ok enjoy, but don't be too noisy). I will make sure you enjoy without any interruption." She whispered into my ears before she kissed me on my mouth and left; bottle of Olive Oil in her hand. She obviously had a definite plan to hold back Rida. I looked at Zainab; my sister whom I had taken quite a few times but it was always as if I was doing it afresh. The taboo of fucking your sis can be an ever hanging one upon you; it gives you shivers both for pleasure and guilt. I had not much of guilt but was impatient for the pleasure that lay ahead. No words were spoken and I moved towards her, getting hold of her I just opened her ass crack with my hands. I knew the answers would all be affirmative. I saw her brownie and placed my cock over it and pushed lightly. It did not budge, she was still tight there. I waited and again pushed; slowly I moved in, bit by bit and I heard her whimper. I knew I had to be slow; may be her ass had only been used by me. My cock head slipped into her anus in one slow but single motion. I waited for her to relax and get used to my invading dick. It rested with the cap inside her sphincter and I held it there. She turned her neck and looked at me. I bent forward and kissed her and then she clenched her palms, her body went tense. She pushed back against me; very slowly, but firmly she pushed herself back and I saw my cock, thanks to the lubrication provided by Olive Oil, slide into her rectum like a sword getting into a body. It all happened in slow motion. She took it all soon and my pubic hairs touched her bums. She was like that; my sis, intense, uncaring for herself and reckless. I moved my hands and got hold of her tits and pinched her nipples. I kept my cock buried to the hilt in her nether hole as it allowed me to get used to the feeling of her tightness and also to get her relaxed with a huge insertion into her most private hole. I bent forward and kissed the back of her neck and felt her asshole quiver over my cock. "Bhai, my asshole is only yours, no one else took it." Whispered my sis as I kept kissing the nape of her neck. "I know, it's tight and I love you for keeping something exclusive for me despite the fact that I do not deserve it." I said in a low voice while straightening up. "Bhai, jaldi karo, humarey pass time kum hey (Bro, hurry it up, we do not have much time)." Zainab hissed in a low voice that was full of pain and pleasure. "You are so tight that if I hurry, not only it will be painful for you but also make me cum in seconds; do you want that?" I whispered to my sis who was now impaled upon my cock. "Bhai, this pain is nothing in comparison to the agony that I was bearing while waiting for exactly this sort of situation. I had been fucking my brains off since you left; I cared hoots about the person who was banging me, nor did I care whether it's a guy or a girl. Now, don't care about my pain or your cum, just fuck my ass." Zainab said in a voice that rose above the tones of a whisper. I withdrew my cock till the point that even half the tip of my cock was out of her anus, which gripped my cock so tightly that it turned outwards with my withdrawing cock. Despite the tightness and resistance, I pushed hard back into her and I felt her body tighten. The sensations were great and I was beyond caring; she had also wanted it to be quick, rough and wild. The second stroke into her cunt met lesser resistance compared to the initial insertion and the lubrication provided by Olive Oil helped. My pace of strokes increased and my sis started emanating low moans, she was definitely in a mixed state of pain and pleasure, the ratio of which was known only to her. I, however, kept pounding her ass with an ever increasing pace and soon saw her taking hold of her tit that she played with. I helped her by taking my hand to her cunt and manipulating her clit; she was wet and my touch made her shudder. "Bhai, I love the sensation of being filled by your cock and that's the only reason I remained a spinster, as far as my ass is concerned, for so long. All my other holes were used and will be used, but this is exclusively for you." My younger sister managed say with lot of interruptions of her 'Ohs' and 'Ahs'. "Tell me who is the person you are getting married to and why have you accepted a man who is double your age?" I asked her as I drove my cock deep into her bowels. "Do you remember the Judge Uncle, father of my friend, whom I told you about?" She replied as she mauled her own breast. "He has a cousin, a rich lawyer, who is interested in me." She said, hardly maintaining her balance against the kitchen counter with her one free hand. Friends and Family - Continuation Ch. 02 "Is money everything? Would the money be able to fuck you as you want to be fucked?" I whispered in a harsh tone as I punished her butt hole with ever fastening jabs with my highly engorged cock. "Money could buy me everything, including lovers and fuckers." She replied while pushing her ass against me, matching my ferociousness. "Would your hubby allow you to spend his money on buying lovers?" I asked while taking my other hand to her hanging breast and pinching her nipple roughly. "He has promised to keep me happy and content. Now shut up and keep fucking my ass; you should not be bothered, I will keep letting you to fuck me forever." She replied and her voice rose to a near dangerous level. "And would you keep your ass exclusive for me even after you get married to him?" I said thrusting my cock so hard into her that her whole body bumped forward. Her tits getting out of our hand and getting flattened over the counter's top. "Haan, teri behen ki gaand sirf terey liye ho gi jub tuk tu khud is mein kisi aur ka lund na dalwana chahey (Yes bro, your sister's ass would only be for your cock, unless you yourself allow it to be taken by someone else as well)." She said and left her breast while thrusting her fingers into her vagina. My pleasure was rising, both due to the sensation of having a tight asshole enveloping my cock tightly and also due to the dirty discussion we had about her marriage, so I concentrated fully upon fucking her. I brought my hands to her butt cheeks and spread them open. It was a sight to behold; her anal ring was stretched to the near limits and my cock pistonned in and out of it. The excess Olive Oil had formed a ring around the base of my cock and its color had turned a bit darker now. My pace was now very much indicative of my impending climax and she had to struggle avoid being pushed too forward to the wall adjacent to the kitchen-counter top. Her tits were dangling and moving violently each time she pushed herself back from the slab of counter's top. It was pure animalistic lust with which I ravaged the near virgin asshole of my darling sister. I tightened my grip over the firm buttocks of Zainab and hammered my cock in and out of her. She was moaning now and her fingers were manipulating her clit. Her inner thighs were glistening with juices seeping out of her cunt and apparently she was thoroughly this roughish session of wild sex between us. My balls were near their bursting point and had I delayed myself a bit more, I think my nuts would have exploded there and then. It was a deep animal grunt that came out of my throat as I pushed my aching cock deep into the rectal passage of my sis and as I went to the hilt, I came. It was like a torrent out of a broken dam. My cock twitched and pulsed in Zainab's ass, the sphincter of it was milking me of my juices. The gushing jets of my semen induced a simultaneous orgasm and my sister's whole body shuddered with the climax of her own. My orgasm subsided and I kept my deflating cock buried inside her but remembering the hazardous circumstances, I pulled out my member. It came out with an audible sound of 'plop'. Alongwith it, her asshole, gaping for a moment, spewed out some of my semen on the floor. My sister was also coming down from the highs of her orgasmic bliss and stayed bent over the kitchen counter. Her back rose and fell as she tried to get her breathing back to normal and her tormented asshole gaped and twitched, whitish traces of my cum still seeped out and traveled down to her vagina. "Zainab, get up and correct your dress. We may have to hurry." I said, moving forward and helping her to straighten up. I then bent on my knees and pulled her shalwar up after kissing her pubes. "Bhai, it was great. I hope you enjoyed it too and I also hope that you now know that I was not at all promiscuous as far as my backdoor is concerned." Zainab said as I got up. "It was great, just like the first time. I am also sorry; I was rough with you." I told her before pasting a kiss over her mouth. "Bhaiya, mujhe to buhut maza aaya (Bro I enjoyed it a lot), don't feel sorry for anything. I wanted it this way." My sis spoke with her mouth touching my lips before our tongues met in deep kiss that lasted without any apprehension of getting caught. (To be continued) Friends and Family - Continuation Incidentally, a huge ice cream shop was nearby. It had a large car park, so I dropped Nadia at the entrance and took my SUV to the parking. Before the vehicle stopped in a deserted corner, Zainab had taken my cock in her mouth. When I had parked the veh, I told her to recline her seat to the maximum and soon her skirt was hemmed up and I was between her legs. We were hidden from any views from outside due to the darkly tinted windows of my beloved SUV. My cock slid easily into her wet cunt as she pulled me close to her with her hands. "Bhaiya, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, maza aa gaya, chodo mujhe, mein buhut din se is waqt kay intezar mein thi (Bro, fuck me, I was desperate for long exactly for this)." "Zainab, jaan, lagta hey kay tum ne mujh se apni virginity lose karney kay baad apni choot ko aam istemal mey de diya tha (Darling, it seems that after losing your virginity from me, you gave your cunt in public use." I said while I stroked hard into her warm cunt. "Ah, ohhh, kiyon kiya tum mujh par itna haq rakhtey ho ke apni milkiyat samjho (Do you own me to an extent that you consider me your own property)?" She said as she took her tits out of the confines of her halter. "Mairey mamme dekho, yeh bhi aam istemal me rahey hein, kiya in ko bhi faraq para hey (look at my tits, they have also remained under common use, are they any different)?" She continued. "They have become bigger and better." Was all I said before I dove for those fine pieces of my sisterly flesh. Her tits, have definitely improved from the last time I had seen them. A bit bigger, but still as firm as tennis balls, topped by nipples that were now darker in shade. It was not much long before my balls reached the point where they were about to spew my seeds into her cunt. I knew, as I knew my sis, that she must have quit using pills before coming here. Despite this, I did not bother to pull out, I wanted her to get pregnant with my sperms and I knew; it was the real reason for her insistence upon coming here. Our orgasms coincided and she embraced me, "Bhai, tum ne mujhe pregnant kar key chorna hey, mein isi liye idhar aai hoon (Bro you got to impregnate me, it's the only reason of me being here). We lay in each others arms for quite sometime before realizing that Nadia's kids must have had their ice creams. I told Zainab to wait for me in the car while I fetched Nadia. I quickly corrected my dress while she lay on the reclined seat of my SUV, with her skirt hiked up and her cunt full of my sperm was in plain view along with her boobs, which had received my passionate bites. As I opened the door of my vehicle, she hesitantly started correcting her dress. I got out the vehicle and after walking, may be some ten paces, I heard her following me. "Bhabi ko bhi kuch milna chahiye (sis also deserves some fun), I will look after the kids, while two can have some fun in the car." She said and I had no reason to turn her down as I knew that in presence of Rida, we all would have to display a reasonable degree of modesty at my place. "Tum dono ki is 'understanding' ney meri life aasan kar di hey (The understanding between you two has made my life much more simple), I was going nuts trying to figure out how to corner one of you alone in presence of two other nosy ladies." I said as we walked towards the ice cream parlour. The kids were happily eating the ice cream and when we got there, as if on cue, Nadia left them to Zainab, who herself ordered an ice cream. We came back hurriedly to the parking lot, where my SUV was still isolated. Getting into it, as quickly as we can, we showed the same urgency in undressing partially. This time we climbed the rear portion of the vehicle, which was more suited for the task at hand. She opened her shirt, pulled her bra up to reveal her big and juicy tits while I undid the buttons and zipper of her jeans, pulling it down to her ankles. There were no preambles, no pleasantries as we both lunged at each other like two animals in lust. She straight away went for my cock and I licked her pussy in the sixty nine position that we were able to adopt, albeit with a bit of difficulty. She sucked on my cock, but not for long, we quickly disengaged and she assumed a position where half her torso was on the front seats' recliner, her boobs hanging down and visible in the rearview mirror. She presented herself in doggy position to me and when I inserted my cock, which was again raring for feminine flesh, in her seeping cunt, she said, "Gaand mein dalo, behenchod, choot ki zaroortein tumhara bhai poora kar hi deta hey (Put it in my ass, you sisfucker, your bro takes care of the needs of my cunt)." I obliged, putting my now wet cock at the entrance of her backdoor, I was gently pushing it in, when she forcefully pushed herself back, taking my entire length of cock in her ass in one single motion. "Itney din key baad gaand mein kuch gaya hey, tu kiyon delay kar raha hey (It had been so long since something had gone in my ass, why are you delaying the pleasure)." She said while I held her buttocks with my cock buried into her tight ass. "Randi, mein yeh nahi maan sakta key tum sirf merey bhai kay saath guzara kar rahi ho. Terey aur bhi aashiq hon gey (You slut, I can't agree that you are content with my brother only, you must be having lot of other lovers." I said, thrusting in her ass without mercy. "Haan, teri behen bhi meri ek aashiq hey, leikin woh meri gaand nahi mar sakti (Yes your sis is one of my lover, but she can't fuck my ass). And since I had it going with her, there is hardly any time with me for others, even your brother has to beg me for sex." She relied in her guttural voice. I pounded her bowels with an ever increasing speed, despite my earlier session with my sis Zainab, I was nearing an orgasm. I placed one of my hands on her cunt and fiddled with her clit while my other palm mauled her hanging tit. She went wild and started meeting me stroke with stroke. She came first and I followed her orgasm with one of my own. Soon my deflated cock popped out her ass and we dressed back quickly. I went out to fetch the kids and my sis. They were there as I paid the bill. We walked back to the vehicle and when I opened it, I found Nadia sitting in the front. Zainab sat in the rear with kids and we headed home. All were happy; kids had their ice creams, the two ladies got their share of cream and I was relieved, both sexually and mentally. Now I had to worry about getting the two of them alone instead of trying the impossible of getting one of them alone. Life can't get better then this.