4 comments/ 107079 views/ 21 favorites In the Waves of Passion Pt. 01 By: starryeyed111 Revised Version Foreword to revised version There was a longstanding demand from my avid readers to conclude the tale of the two siblings. I apologize to them all as it took me too long (it might seem ages to them and they might have lost the hope) to finish the task. Finally, there demand has been realized. The story is completed; it has eight chapters divided in five parts of nearly equal length and all have been published at Literotica site under the category of Incest/Taboo. As the story progressed, I realized that the first two chapters (Part I) needed revision, which I undertook by bringing about minor changes. But then I was confronted with a major issue. You remember, the lead female character was called Mehvish. The problem was that the name 'Mehvish' did not blend at all with the character of her family that had been evolved during the course of writing. I gave it a deep thought, as it would be a significant change, and try not to alter it but the renaming seemed most appropriate and inevitable. Now, therefore, our heroine is known as Anjali (nicknamed Anji) and not as Mehvish or Mena. I regret any inconvenience I might have caused to my readers in this regard. Generally the bilingual feature of the conversation was appreciated except for one remark against it. I, therefore, am keeping the feature, nevertheless, have tried to make it more comprehensible to non-Urdu or Hindi readers. The translation of Urdu/Hindi dialogues, which are written in italics as before, has been capitalized. So, ignore the italic words and read only the normal and/or capital letters and you, being a non-Urdu/Hindi reader, will miss nothing. I once again thank my all the readers who have commented on or wrote to me. Your encouragement and motivation was indeed a source of inspiration to me and the sole reason for the completion of this work. I still need your remarks and evaluation without which this tale will remain incomplete. Enjoy the narrative—SE. * Background: This story is a work of fiction, staged somewhere in Pakistan. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. English is yet another language largely used in the Subcontinent. In middle and upper classes, usually either English is spoken or a lot of English words and phrases are used during the conversation in the local languages. I've used the same practice in the dialogues for realism. Nevertheless, for the non-Urdu speakers, every Urdu phrase or sentence is immediately followed by an English translation. Therefore, if you are alien to Urdu/Hindi just skip the italic (and read Capital) words, and sure, you will miss nothing. 1 Life is strange, so strange! It sometimes exposes us to such unexpected and weird realm of affairs that a fairytale looked more believable. The incidents encountered compel us, against our wishes of course, to helplessly turn into a centre player of events one would never thought be ever a possibility. Likewise, my life also banks an account of such an incredible happening that had transformed my entire way of life; not only mine but my sister's as well. We lived on a normal course before the life took a sharp turn. Years down the line I still sometimes wonder if it was righteous for me to lead a life I was enjoying now. But at the same time I have no remorse for the living pattern I had adopted rather I am contented as I had no influence over the chain of events that had introduced me to a completely novel, no matter how forbidden but so beautiful, melody of love. My father was a well-off businessman and mother was a gynaecologist. My both parents were good looking and charming. They were very liberal and broadminded, and had pleasant personalities. They, therefore, had a big social circle of friends. They had two children: Anjali and I. Anjali, nicknamed Anji, was couple of years younger than I. Our family's elders and betters were not alive, anyway. My father was the only son of his parents but my mother had two younger sisters as well. They too were as appealing as my mother was. The youngest was married and resided in Karachi with her husband. The middle one lived in Memphis, Tennessee and was unmarried. She proceeded to the USA for higher studies and decided not to come back to Pakistan. Though she was too far away from us, she was the favourite of my mother and was very close to all of us. She used to come to Pakistan on and off, and we, on the other hand, had visited her a few times. Anyway, that was my family and we were leading a happy-go-lucky life. I was twenty when misfortune hit our family. We lost our both parents in a plane crash. That was a big below for all of us especially for my sister and I. As we both were too young, our khalas, aunts, were pretty worried about us. Our eldest khala, Nina, who flew in from Memphis, Tennessee, thought we might pack and go along with her to the US. But as I mentioned previously that my father had an established business here and I could not abandoned it just like that. I discussed it with Anjali, my sweet little sister, and decided to face the music and take the responsibilities destiny had put on our feeble shoulders; hence, we took over our father's office. My youngest khala, Manju's, husband and Aunt Nina helped us to resolve and streamline the business matters. Since both of us, Anjali and I, were still attending college, we decided to appoint a CEO for the company to handle the business affairs until the time I am through with the studies and ready to take over the responsibilities. Slowly and gradually, matters settled down as well as our grief subdued and we unobtrusively returned to normalized life. I felt that Anjali was turning into a very carefree and free-spirited soul. She, like our parents, had lot of friends and was having ball of time. She was not much concerned about her studies, which worried me but since I was her only family left, I did not want to push her much. (Mind you, that why kids gets spoiled!) I did not mean that she got disinterested altogether in her studies but was not giving it enough time as she was doing before the demise of our parents. Nevertheless, at the same time, she took a great care of me and we both became much closer to each other than ever before. As we gradually overcame our distress, we one day decided to sort our parents' stuff, which was not touched so far. It was a holiday and we got down to rearranging our parents' room. Clearing the wardrobes, Anjali suddenly discovered a secret ledge beneath a closet. Anjali called me and showed it. I locked the door so that the servants in the house might not see it. We found jewels and other valuables along with some documents. I took out the documents and went through them; they were business related papers, so I decided to examine in leisure. In the meanwhile, Anjali pulled out a hardtop box. It was locked. We wondered what could be in there and did not know where to find the key. I, therefore, broke the lock. There were a few photo albums, some loose pictures and a few videos. We each looked in astonishment at other. "What are these albums?" Anjali murmured. I took out one and opened it. There was a picture of our parents standing together with hands on each other's shoulders. But what really shook us was that our mom was clad a bikini and father was only in shorts. Well shorts were all right but we had never seen mom so scarcely dressed. In the next page, Aunt Nina had replaced our mother. She too was in bikini, with their arms around other's backs. As I flipped the page, we both jumped out of our tracks. Mom and Aunt Nina were standing together topless. Mind you topless! Holy Cripes! What was that? We stared each other in awe. The next photograph was even more mind-blogging. It was our dad alone in a room, stark naked with a hard-on. "Oh mere Khudaiya! OH MY GOD!" exclaimed Anjali, clapping her mouth. My father had a real long dick, not less than seven inches, I believe. And not only that, it was thick like a pig. Good Heavens! How identical was his cock to mine. Then came the next one: Nina Khala was lying on the bed naked with her legs spread out. She had a hairless pussy. I could not help me watching it intensely. On the next page, we saw our mother in the same posture. "Bloody shit!" exclamation escaped from my mouth that time around. Our mom was lying nude and her bald pussy was clearly visible to her children. I shut the folder. "It seems to be their private album, let not intrude their privacy." Anjali looked into my eyes for a while. "No, let's see. We must know what kind of folks they were." She insisted in a strange but firm tone. I remained motionless. I was awestruck. She grabbed the album form my hands and started browsing it again. My mind was reeling and I could hear Anjali breathing hard. Our dad was sitting on an armless chair and Aunt Nina was sitting on his lap. Not only that both were nude, but also his huge cock was penetrated into Nina Khala's cunt. Then we saw daddy screwing mummy from behind. There were a few various poses of them. Then again, it was Aunt Nina, St. George riding dad. The album was full of pornographic picture of the three. As the album finished, I, overtaken by curiosity, took the other one. Even the first picture was staggering. Our dad was lying on the floor as mummy was sitting on his mouth with him licking her cunt while Manju Khala was sucking his cock. And that was not all; a black man was fucking Manju from behind! On next page, the same black gay was screwing our mother in conventional position as she was licking on Aunt Nina's cunt. That was too much for us 'poor' kids. The box was full of such pictures: Daddy fucking or licking mummy or aunts or other pussies; mother and Khalas doing the same with father or other men. We both were staring in the air aimlessly, our minds blowing, and our hearts pounding much faster than the normal speed. Cold waves were rushing across my spine. I was sure Anjali must be going through same kind of state, a state which is unexplainable. We were stun, dumbstruck and goodness knows for how much time we stayed in that state. "In mein kaya ho ga? WHAT WOULD BE THERE IN THEM?" Anjali finally broke the ice, pointing out the videos. "Patta nahien. Chalo dekhtey hain. DON'T KNOW. COME, LET'S SEE," said I, picking up the videos. We went to my room and I put a video, labelled 'Europe & US Trip', in the player. We sat on the bed and I pushed the remote button, staring at the screen breathlessly to see what comes into view. Our parents were strolling on the television screen against a scenic background. "We're in Copenhagen, it's a beautiful place." Our father spoke. Then he turned towards our mother and asked, "What do you think, janu, honey?" "Oh yeah," mother replied with an accent, "It's simply marvellous. I Love the place." Then Aunt Nina came into the frame. They kept talking and wondering around for a while and then the scene faded out. The first few minutes were normal photography of various places and spots. Then the screen went blank and when it came back to life, it has a view of a vacant room. The door in the frame opened and entered Aunt Nina. She sat on the bed facing the camera. She yawned and stretched out her body. She wore a pink blouse and jeans. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse and took it off. There was no bra underneath. She had beautiful and firm round boobs. I heard Anjali gasped. My own breathing got heavy. I returned my attention to the screen. Aunt Nina was nipping her nipples. They got erected soon. She then slowly pulled down her jeans. She had white-laced panties on and a wet spot in front was quite noticeable. 'She's wet!' I thought. She rubbed her crotch over her panties and pulled them down too. She was stark naked now. Her pussy was shaven and small droplets could be seen on the opening of her cuntal lips. I liked her splendid figure. She had an eye-catching pussy and attractive boobs. An electric pulse ran through my spine. She got up from the bed and moved towards the opposite closed door. She opened it, it was a washroom. She went in and the camera moved with her inside. She went to the toilet and stand over it with her legs stretched across the bowl. The next moment we both jumped out of the bed. Aunt Nina pulled her cuntal lips apart and started pissing in the toilet. "Uh..." I head Anjali whined as she moved uncomfortably. On the other hand, my cock throbbed and got rigid. I got flustered. After all, my younger sister was sitting beside me. I quickly put my one leg on the other to conceal my erection but was sure that she had gotten the glimpse of it. The thought embarrassed me further. After Aunt Nina emptied her bladder, she cleaned her cunt with her bare fingers and then put them in her mouth and sucked them. Then she moved back to the room and we saw a silhouette in there. As the camera got closer, the figure transfigured to a naked man with a huge erection. It was our Dad. He grabbed Nina violently and roughly French kissed her. It was evident from her reaction that she liked his aggressiveness. She responded in the same way. Our Dad then laid her on the bed, spread her legs wide open and started licking her cunt. It was exactly like watching a porno movie. We both were mesmerized by what we were watching and discovering since the last hour, sitting there almost motionless, scared like a prey. Perhaps we were too ashamed to move, thinking that even our slight budging would show the awkward state our bodies were in. Our father was on top of Nina Khala now and his prick was moving in and out of her dripping pussy. I suddenly felt ill. I was nauseatingly uncomfortable. I wanted to move, move my leg and desperately. So, putting my hands over my rigid tool, I removed my leg. I knew it too well that my sister wasn't in less distress by what her eyes were witnessing. I stole a gaze and saw my sister staring at my crotch. What an embarrassment! It was too annoying. Suddenly our mother's yelling got my attention back to the screen. She was shouting out of the speakers, "It's enough. I can't stand it anymore. I am dying to get that man-meat in my cunt. Nina aa ker camera sumbhalo. Tum ne bohat mezza ley leya, ab mere bari hai. Nina, come and hold the camera. You've enjoyed enough; it's my turn now." Then the screen went blank. As it re-illuminated, we saw mother riding dad's cock vigorously. She was fervently moving up and down on his enormous manhood and her tits were bouncing in all directions. The film went on with similar scenes against different backdrops: Daddy fucking Aunt Nina's ass, mummy sucking his dick, he exploding his load over Nina Khala or mom's face and/or boobs, and so on. But the most mind-boggling scene had yet to come. It was a large room, very elaborately decorated. Our mother was being fucked by a complete stranger, stranger to us I mean. He had a fair complexion, definitely a non-Asian. She was on her 'all-fours' and he was screwing her from behind. Then a naked black man, the same guy whose photograph we had seen before, entered into the frame with a huge erection. His prick was much bigger than our father's was. The white man pulled his dick out of mom's cunt. "She's all yours," said he to the black fellow. The black man moved behind our mother and shoved his prick into her with a bang. "Aaaaahhhaaa..." Her shriek was painful. He was too huge for our 'poor' mummy. I was certain that that enormous prick must have ruptured the cuntal walls of our mom. But her screams appeared to have no affect on the black guy. He kept on thrusting her cunt energetically at a high pace. Mom was moaning with pain and pleasure, and both were uttering dirty words. The scene faded into a new scene, mother was riding the black man's dick and...goodness me...! The white guy was screwing her asshole as she was sucking on our dad's cock. 'She was having a three-way fun,' I thought. An attractive young black female emerges into the screen shortly after. Naked as she obviously was, she went behind our father and began licking his anus. Eventually the black girl stood up and began kissing our dad. Then the girl moved back and bent down on her 'fours' and our dad straightaway inserted his hard-on into her firm looking anus. In the meanwhile, the two other fellows kept screwing mummy's two holes as before. This was the longest scene in the video. All the people, or actors if you like to call them, fucked and sucked in various positions. Then Nina Khala—with a strap-on dildo—replaced the white guy who perhaps had gone backstage to manage the camera. At the end, we watched a lesbian act between Nina Aunty and the black woman later joined by our mother. The video finished there. We sat there as if in trance; both were profoundly intense. We were going through a very peculiar kind of emotional state or rather turmoil: we were obviously aroused by the pornography we had watched but our minds were deeply baffled by the discovery of this new dimension of our late parents. It was hard to believe what we had just seen. But that was the reality. Our parents, our aunts; where they sex maniacs? I asked myself. No, they weren't, my mind replied. They were just liberal souls who had emancipated them from the certain moral values. They probably loved sex and enjoyed it the way they wanted it. They were rather daring and courageous people who had done with social norms. Morality is after all so relative. It is a very vague term, I reasoned. Anyway, our parents and khalas were unquestionably damn horny folks and they actually loved sex—the most pleasure-awarding act on the face of this planet. Instead of developing any surliness for them, my loving sentiments grew. I loved them for what they were: daring, loving and horny. I wasn't sure for how long our deliberation had kept us occupied with ourselves. Then I suddenly came back to reality. I gazed at Anjali; her face was pale. I could see confusion in her eyes. I thought for a while and said: "Oh, bohat dair ho gai, chalo baqi ka kaam khatum kerain. OH, IT'S SO LATE, LET'S GET UP AND FINISH THE CHORE." She stared into my eyes, motionlessly. "Come on, we'll talk about it later." I just wanted to change the environment, change the state of our minds. I extended my hand, which was reluctantly taken and we went back to the work. As we finished the job, it was late evening. So I suggested Anjali to get freshen up before the supper was served. When I had changed and was about to move out of my room, my door knocked. It was Anjali. Though she had freshened up, her face was still peaky and aghast. I saw her eyes gleaming with moister. "Anji, Kaya hua? WHAT HAPPENED, ANJI?" I asked, concerned. She suddenly rested her head against my chest and started sobbing. "Anji, Anji... what happened dear?" I know well what was going on in that little mind. It was nearly impossible to assimilate what she had seen. She must be devastated. The situation was indeed complicated. I wiped up her tears with my fingers and sat her down on the bed. She needed consolation. I told her what I thought about my parent a while ago. I attempted to make a good case for them and tried to present them as fine and normal people. She was attentively listening to me. She seemed to understand what I had to say. I knew that I had a point in my argument. I was pleased to see that she was getting normal along with my arguments. "Don't be too harsh on them. We must not be too judgmental about our fine folks. They did what they felt good for themselves. By the way, what's wrong with that? After all sex is imperative for all of us—for you, me, our parents, everyone. Didn't other people have sex or have extramarital affair. Sure they do but are afraid of admitting it. They do it furtively being dishonest not only with others, especially with their spouses, but with themselves too." I lectured her to calm her down. But I did believe in what I said. In the Waves of Passion Pt. 01 "But along with khalas, and other people? And...what about this video stuff? It's not normal bhai, brother." She argued. "I admit, it might be odd but not abnormal... Look, they want it that way... I mean our cultural conditioning had forced us to believe it as a 'hush-hush' stuff. I suppose they were better than those who deceivably have extramarital relations." I paused and added, "I know so many married women who have illicit relations even with boys younger than them." "I know that, still..." "Come off it, it's not a big deal." She looked at me puzzled. "Not a big deal!" "Come, let's have dinner. We may continue our discussion over the dining table." We went to the dining room. "Now I understood one thing which has puzzled me all along," said I, relishing plao rice. She gazed me with questioning eyes. "Tumhain Noni yaad hai? YOU REMEMBERED NONI?" "Noni...! Ah, woh jo kabhi humarey pass mulazima hoti thie? AH, THE HANDMAID WE HAD ONCE?" She asked. "Haan, wohi, YEAH, THE SAME ONE. Mummy once caught me with her." "Caught you with her? Aur tum uss ke saath kaya ker rehey thae? AND WHAT YOU WERE DOING WITH HER?" She smiled for the first time in hours. "Arey, kuch bhi nahien, WELL, NOTHING..." "Kuch bhi nahien! Pher mummy ne kiss baat peh tumhain pakra tha? THEN WHAT DID MUMMY CATCH YOU FOR?" "Kuch khass nahien... Main serif us ko kiss ker raha tha. Nothing much... I was merely kissing her." I said shyly. "I still don't believe you." "I swear." "Tou mummy ne tum ko pakar leya, SO MUMMY CAUGHT YOU," "Haan, YES." I gasped and said, "Okay, I was smooching her, keh mummy yek dum kamrey main aa gayien. Main dar geya tha muger woh kuch kehey beggar chali gayien. OKAY, I WAS SMOOCHING HER, WHEN MUMMY SUDDENLY INTRUDED THE ROOM. I WAS APPREHENSIVE BUT SHE JUST LEFT. Afterwards she called and asked what I was doing. I was too upset and embarrassed. I was sure to be reprimanded for my act but to my surprise, she asked me to calm down. She said that it was natural for a young boy like me. 'But I thought,' she said, 'you were too young for all this. I never knew my kid is turning into an adult. I don't stop you, after all you're a growing kid, but be careful. Not everyone is to be getting close to. So be watchful while making friends.' You know Anji, I was taken aback that she wasn't mad on me. Now I understand why." "Tumhari umr tub kaya thie? HOW OLD WERE YOU THEN?" She asked. "Tekreebun chaudah saal, ABOUT FOURTEEN YEARS," "Etni chhoti umr mein bhi tum ko in baton ka patta tha. EVEN IN THAT YOUNG AGE, YOU KNEW ALL THIS STUFF." She giggled. What could I had said in reply. Anyway, I was happy that Anjali was back to her normal self. 2 Next day was a weekend: a busy day for me as usual. I went to the office after my classes and came home quite late in the evening. As I opened the door of my room, I saw Anjali sitting on my bed and watching the newly discovered videos. She turned the player off the moment she saw me. She seemed somewhat embarrassed. "Hello Ned!" She greeted me. "Hello... Gundhi larki, tum pher ye dekh rehey ho... NAUGHTY GIRL, YOU'RE WATCHING IT AGAIN." I mocked pleasantly. "Aur bhi too thien, THERE WERE OTHERS TOO," "Chalo nikloo mere kamrey se. OUT OF MY ROOM." I said in pretension. "Mujhey kaprey badalna hain. I WANT TO CHANGE. You may watch them after dinner. Bari sekht bhook legi hai. Arifa se kaho keh khana laga dey. I'M STARVING. ASK ARIFA TO SERVE THE DINNER. " She kissed me on the forehead, as she usually did, and went out chuckling. After dinner, we watched cricket match highlights between Pakistan and West Indies. We both were crazy admirers of the game. We lay on my bed inclined against the headrest. When the highlights ended, I asked Anjali, "Kaya tum ne sub videos dekh leien, HAVE YOU SEEN ALL THE VIDEOS?" I asked teasingly. "Touba bhaia, main ne TV on keya hi tha ke tum aa gaye. HONESTLY BRO! I HAD JUST TURNED ON THE TV WHEN YOU CAME IN." "Kaya dekha? WHAT DID YOU SEE?" "Nothing much. Serif aik cassette unn logon ki aur hai, THERE IS JUST ONE OTHER CASSETTE OF THEM," "Aur baqi? AND THE REST?" "They're normal porno movies." She said evenly. "Aur uss video main kaya hai? AND WHAT'S IN THAT VIDEO?" "Wohi kuch... THE SAME STUFF..." "Tum kehti ho keh tum ne kuch nahien dekha tou tumhain yeh sub patta kaisey chal geya? YOU SAY YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THEM, THEN HOW COME YOU KNOW ALL THIS?" I tried to score a point at her. "Bhe'ie, I checked them all fast forwarding," she had a valid reply. "Ussey lagao, main bhi dekhna chahta hoon. PLAY IT, I WANTED TO VIEW IT TOO." She looked into my eyes, and gave a slyly smile. She inserted the cassette into the player and pushed the button. "Rewind ho rehi hai, IT'S BEING REWIND," She came back onto the bed. Once the video got rewound, she clicked the remote again. I straightened up; hanging on to see what was in the offing, this time around. The video started with a young girl, still in her teens, engaged in a lesbian act with Aunt Nina. They smooched, kissed and licked each other. Then Nina khala picked up a dildo attached to a belt,—a strap-on—she buckled the belt to her waist, and caressed the fake penis. The girl lied back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She had short whiskers on her pubic area. Nina Khala moved in between her legs, aimed the dildo and inserted it into her cunt and began fucking her. They were shouting and sobbing out of bliss. After a while, Aunt Nina pulled the dildo out of teenager's cunt and took it off her. She handed it to the girl and the teenager reciprocated the act screwing Nina khala doggie style. As the two randy women were in the middle of having fun, we heard a shout out of the speaker. Our mother entered the frame. She was clad in all black -- black leather trousers and a black leather jacket. "You bitch," mom shouted at them. "How dare you," Both females jumped out of the bed. "Tell me Nina, you whore," she yelled angrily. "How dare you touch my child?" She fondly patted the girl. "I-I... I'm sorry madam. B-but...she is a darling kid, I love her..." "I know you love her, I can see that." She mocked. "How even you think of having sex with my child? What the hell you think are you? You're just a housemaid, you slut." She was fuming and loud. "I'm sorry again, madam," Aunt Nina's voice was timid. "And you, tell me Anjali," We both were shocked to hear the name, spoken by our mother. We each stared at other in puzzlement. Mom was saying, "What do you think you, you were doing?" "Well mummy, I... I..." The youngster stammered. And we both looked at each other again over her using the word mummy, that's what we used to call our mother. "You dirty little brat," yelled mom. "You'll be punished. You both need to be disciplined." "Mummy, please don't punish us." The girl pleaded. "Yes ma'am, please forgive us." Aunt Nina begged as well. "Shut up. You both will be reprimanded." Mom said unbuttoning her jacket. She wore nothing under it and her smart boobs became visible in instant. She took a whip out of her belt and commanded Nina, "You first." She knew the drill; she got on her arms and legs in doggie style. "Push up your ass, bitch," mom said. Then she started whipping Nina Khala's bare ass. I counted she had slashed her ten times and her ass cheeks had turned as red as hot iron. Then she said, "I think you've learnt the lesson. Now get out of here." Aunt Nina put on her shabby clothes; she looked like a maidservant. Then she went out of the room. Our mother turned towards the teenager. "You're my girl Anjali, and I love you so much," said she in deep tone, "Do you know that?" "Yes, mummy, I know you love me." She paused. "Nina's just a servant. You must not get involved into such an act with her. Look at this," she pointed the whip to her cunt, "It's dripping. It's disgusting, Anjali. I'm so disappointed." "I-I'm sorry. I'll not do it again," The girl said quietly. "I caught you so many times with her," "I promise not to do it again mummy," "I don't think so. You certainly can't restrain from sex, you horny imp." "I swear, I really promise." The young girl implored. "Sure?" asked mother doubtingly. "Yes mummy. Will you now spare me?" "Well..." she hesitated. "I'll do whatever you say, mummy, please don't punish me," said she in an urgent tone. At that moment our dad came in. He had jeans on but was topless. "Oh! Did she do something wrong again?" He asked. The girl looked toward mom silently pleading not to tell him anything. But she ignored her looks and replied, "She was screwing Nina again." "Hmm. And did you punish her?" "No, she promised she'd not do it again." "But she'd promised before too." "Spare her this time. She says she'll do whatever we say. Am I right, Anjali?" "Yes mummy, yes daddy. Whatever you ask," "Then you know damn well what to do, your daddy is here," mom snapped. "Yes, I know," The girl moved towards dad and knelt in front of him. She unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. He wore no undergarments, his big cock was firm and pre cum could be seen on the tip of his manhood. She caressed his shaft with her fingers then put it in her mouth. Her left hand was cuddling his balls. "Ah yes... It's so nice... Renu," he called our mother, "Our girl's the best cocksucker... Oohhh..." Mother didn't reply. She had taken off her clothes and now was flirting with her crotch with the whip she was holding. The young girl kept on sucking dad's dick. Then mother moved behind her and laid her hands on her (girl's) shoulders. "Is it hard enough to get into you?" She asked. The youngster nodded. "Then don't waste time, honey." Mom told her tenderly. The girl stood up and lay down on the bed. Mother moved with her. She spread her legs and examined her dripping pussy. "Oh my... Its oozing out, too ready to take your cock, honey," As dad moved forward, our mother grabbed his cock and pulled him further. "Look, your daughter's pussy is so hungry, better you relieve it." "Yes daddy," the lass screamed in passion, "Give me you dick, and fill up my cunt. It's itching badly to have it inside..." She lifted her legs and speared them further apart. She was too willing to get fucked by her 'daddy'. "I will...you hot little slut," He positioned himself between her legs and shoved his dick with a force. About half of the cock slid in straightaway. The girl uttered a cry, but by her expressions it was clear that she liked his brutal fashion. He pulled out his dick up to the tip and rammed it in again. This time, the whole shaft got swallowed by her love hole and she bawled in pleasure. Daddy screwed her for a good long time on full throttle. Meanwhile mother stroked her hairs fondly with her one hand while the other was fondling her boob and nipple; her other tit was being taken care of by dad's free hand. "What a horny little daughter we have, isn't she?" Our mother asked dad. "Ooooh...yeeees... Sheeee's wonderful... Her cunt is...is so tight... I'm unable to c-c-control..." "Yeees daddy...fuck me... Come in me... I want to feel your cum...fill me up with...aaaahhh...with yar load..." She cried out in passion. "Oh, how hot are you Anjali," mother pronounced, "You want your daddy come in you... What if you get pregnant, baby?" "I... I don't care...mummy... I'll bear my sweetest daddy's kid." "Look, how horny is she! Your daughter wanted to have a child from you, honey. Yes, yes give it to her; make her mother of your child." They kept talking dirty with the pauses of erotic cries. Then our father pulled out and asked her to turn round. She bent on her hands and feet and dad inserted her from behind. "Mummy, give me your tits, I wanna suck them." The teenager almost yelled and our mom satisfied her wish. Father kept thrusting her oozing cunt. I was amazed over his control, for how long he could hold himself back; it has been nearly fifteen minutes that he was stroking the little bitch. And the 'bitch' too was one hell of a hot number, indeed. I wished I had been there instead of my father fucking the brains out of that randy slut. The moment I thought that, my already rigid cock twitched further and it suddenly popped up from between my legs making a tent in my pyjamas. It was so sudden and without a warning that I panicked. "Oh God!" My sister exclaimed out. It was much of embracement. I tried, in vain perhaps, to conceal my erection and stole an ashamed gaze at my sister. I was surprised to see a pleasant smile playing on her face. "I-I am... s-so sorry, Anji," I could not help stammering. She, noticing my nervousness, said resting her hand on my thigh, "Ghabraoo na Ned, DON'T WORRY NED, it's too hot a stuff. I understand." Then to divert my attention she added, "Look, what daddy's doing." Dad had pulled his dick out of the cunt and he rubbed it on her anus. The girl on the screen suddenly shrugged in anticipation. "Oh no! Not there daddy." "Why not dear?" He asked in a husky tone. "No, no, please. Yar prick is too big for my little 'ole, it'll rip apart my ass." The girl's voice had fear in it. "Don't worry, darlin'," interrupted mom. "I know he's out of control now. He extremely relishes ass fucking. No one can stop him now. Let him do it, and after a few times your anus will get accustomed to your daddy's man-meat." "But the pain... mummy!" "You'll forget the pain once you start enjoying it. You don't know what pleasure is stored for you." Mother replied. "But it hurts badly," "Okay, I'll take care of it." Saying so, she stood up and took out some kind of tube from the drawer of the bedside table. "It's not only a lubricant but had an analgesic in it. It'll help your pain." She then inserted the tip of the tube into her anus and pressed it. After that, she inserted a finger in her shit hole and encircled it around. The youngster's body wobbled. Then she pulled her finger out and rubbed some of the crème on dad's penis. "Now ease yourself down, honey. It's not going to hurt you anymore." Then we watched father slowly enter the youngster's asshole. It was certainly tight. All of sudden dad thrust his prick in with full strength. Her shriek! My word, it was ear-splitting. We saw mother began stroking her head again. "My poor little girl," Then the expressions on her face gradually got back to normal. Soon our dad was screwing her shit hole at full pace. I was in a terrible state. My cock was throbbing so hard that I thought it would just burst out. It was so upsetting and embarrassing for me. 'What my sister would think of me,' I thought. Nevertheless, what could I do; I was helpless, my dick was not in my control. We both were lying so close that our bodies were brushing together And we could feel the heat of each other's body. I heard her gasped then. I saw from the corner of my eyes her hand moving between her legs. I inadvertently spotted a damp patch over her crouch on the nightie. Goodness Me! She was in similar condition and must be going through the same strain. I time and again stole a gaze at her hand that was stealthily moving between her legs. She perhaps observed my glances as she said: "It's too much for me, Ned!" Her hand was still on her crouch. "May I turn it off?" I Asked. "No. It'll be useless. We're trapped, I suppose." Trapped! What does she meant by that? I snapped a gaze at her face for the first time since we began watching the video. Her eyes were hot red with passion, and the face had worn some 'funny' expressions. She looked back at me and then suddenly broke into laughter. I joined her. It was laughter of helplessness. We were in a hopeless situation. Less bewildered this time but highly arouse sexually. Her eyes shifted to my crouch, as I was trying to hide my tent-in-the-pyjamas. "Yeh too hona hi tha. This was inevitable." "K-k kaya mutlib? W-W WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" "Mera mutlib hai, I MEAN, you're aroused. Look at your dick!" I was shocked to hear a taboo word from her. I stared into her eyes. "Come on bhai, brother, don't be so shy about it. Meri haalet bhi tum jaisi ho rehi hai. Yeh natural cheez hai. I'M ALSO IN THE SAME STATE AS YOU ARE. THIS IS SO NATURAL." I just shrugged my shoulders but remained salient. Natural it was, but so embarrassing. "Yeh kafi bara legta hai. Kaya daddy jitna hai? IT SEEMS TO BE BIG. IS IT AS BIG AS DADDY'S?" Another jolt for me. I was astonished the way she was talking. "Anji!" I exclaimed. "Haan, YES," She was cool as cucumber. I did not say anything; instead, I turned my attention to the television screen. Dad was still fucking the girl's anus. A close-up was showing this dick moving in and out, in and out her hole. She was constantly sobbing. I noticed Anjali continued caressing herself. Perhaps she was unable to hold back the pressure accumulating within her. My mind was spinning too. How badly I needed to hold my cock and masturbate for a relief but how could I do such a lewd act in front of my sister. On the other hand, she now was rubbing her crouch more openly; she must have fewer inhibitions than mine. Anyway, her forthright manner appeared very outlandish to me. "Shit!" I heard her swear. "Daddy's is still doing her. Poor little gal! It must be more than twenty minutes now." Then she asked me, "Can men last that long, Ned?" "I am surprised too. He might have used some 'delaying' drug." Words just slipped out of my mouth. "Kaya aisi medicines hoti hain? ARE THERE SUCH MEDICINES?" "Haan, bohat, YES, MANY." Then we heard dad announcing that he would be coming anytime. He took out his cock hurriedly and the teenager turned around quickly. We saw both female's faces came closer to each other and they opened their mouths. They were ready to receive dad's load. He aimed his cock, stroking, to the waiting faces. Then he shot his cum: load after load. Goodness Me! it seemed if it never end. I didn't know that a man could ooze out that much of semen. Our mother and the youngster's faces along with their cleavage were almost completely covered in his cum. "Mere Allah, MY GOD!" Anjali whined. The screen faded out. "What a lewd pornography that was. How kinky our parents were, Ned." Sighed Anjali. "Very weird," said I and turned my face towards her. "Lakin ajeeb baat hai keh yeh sub burra lagney ki bejaye achha mehsus ho raha hai. Maloom nahien keyun mujhey mummy daddy peh aur piyaar aa raha hai. BUT STRANGELY, I LIKED ALL THIS INSTEAD OF GETTING ANY REPULSION. I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT MY AFFECTION FOR THEM IS GETTING STRONGER." And that was true. Rather than have repulsive feeling about my parents I felt being closer to them than ever. Very odd, wasn't it? "Strange!" Anjali replied, "Meri bhi unn ke mutalik bilkul yehi feelings hain. Hairaani ki baat hai, nahien kaya? I HAVE THE SAME FEELINGS FOR THEM. IT'S SURPRISING, ISN'T IT?" "Haan, YES, it's funny." I added, "Were they in role playing or what?" "Of course, aur tumhara kaya kheyal hai, WHAT ELSE YOU THINK." "And who was she?" "Patta nahien, ho gi koie, DON'T KNOW, JUST SOMEONE," She shrugged her shoulders. "Anjali!" That was the name our parents calling that young girl. "Haan yeh ajeeb baat hai. Yeh meri padaish se pehley ki film legti hai, ho sekta hai keh unn ko yeh naam bohat pasand ho aur ba'ad main mera naam bhi yehi rakh diya ho. YEAH, THIS IS STRANGE. I SUPPOSE THIS FILM IS TAKEN BEFORE MY BIRTH. IT'S POSSIBLE THEY LIKED THIS NAME MUCH SO THAT AFTERWARDS THEY GAVE IT TO ME." In the Waves of Passion Pt. 01 "Lakin main kuch aur sooch raha hoon... Yeh etni purani film nahien legti. Look at them; they're not that young. BUT I'M THINKING OTHERWISE... THIS FILM DOESN'T SEEM TO BE THAT OLD. LOOK AT THEM; THEY'RE NOT THAT YOUNG." I paused for a while and added, "Ho sekta hai keh yeh movie tumharey birth ke ba'ad lee gai ho aur... IT'S POSSIBLE THAT THIS FILM WAS TAKEN AFTER YOUR BIRTH AND..." "Aur kaya? AND WHAT?" "Aur... ho sekta hai ke daddy... AND...MAY BE DADDY..." I hesitated, thinking whether I should complete the sentence or not. "Daddy kaya? Baat puri keya kero. DADDY WHAT? COMPLETE THE SENTENCE." "Well, ho sekta hai ke tum daddy ko...achhi...achhi legti ho, WELL, MAY DADDY...LIKED...LIKED YOU," "Kaya mutlib hai tumhara? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" She snapped. "Bhe'ie, ho sekta hai keh woh tumharey saath yeh sub kerna chahtey hoon... Aakhir uss larki ko beti bananey aur ussey tumhara naam deney ki kaya zaroorat thie. IT'S POSSIBLE THAT HE MIGHT WANT TO DO IT WITH YOU... AFTER ALL, WHY THEY NEEDED TO PRETEND HER TO BE THEIR DAUGHTER AND CALLED HER BY YOUR NAME?" "My Goodness! Main ne tou yeh socha hi nahien. I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT. Do you really think, Ned, that daddy...actually wanted that. I mean if you are correct then he was doing it to me, indirectly." "I believed so, Anji. Haven't you seen the lust in his eyes and the amount of load he erupted out of sheer excitement?" I saw confused expression appeared on her face. "You seem to have a point there." I then noticed some kind of a change in her eyes. She was staring aimlessly in the air; her mind seemed preoccupied. Then all of a sudden what Anjali did was completely unexpected and startling for me. She kissed my cheek and rested her head on my shoulder with her arm around my chest. I held her arm affectionately and stole a look at her face. She was gaping at my huge bulge in the pyjamas without even blinking her eyes and was biting her lips. As I moved my eyes, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a wide wet spot on the front of my pyjamas. Before my mind thought of any reaction, my sister whispered in my ears: "Hum douno ka burra hail hai. Mujh se bardasht nahien ho raha... I'm feelin' sick. Ned, main kaya keroon? WE BOTH ARE IN A MISERABLE STATE. I CAN'T BEAR ALL THIS. I'M FEELING SICK. NED, WHAT SHOULD I DO?" "I'm sorry Anji, but I can't help you. Meri haalet bhi tumharey jaisi hai. I'M IN SIMILAR CONDITION AS WELL." I said hopelessly. "I know the solution," said she in a strange voice and she kissed me again. Then in a flash, hugging my body, she placed her lips over mine. My mind blew up. My own sister was French-kissing me! I tried to resist at first then my wits gave away; I responded her with same zeal. And, my cock got even stiffer. Our mouths were glued together as if they would never get apart again. I then held her and moved her body to a more comfortable position. We kept on kissing in bliss. I felt her tongue travelled into my mouth and I uncontrollably reciprocated. Our tongues were wildly exploring other's mouths. Our saliva got blend together. We were in a wild ecstasy. I knew too well, what was coming next. The thoughts were reeling across my head. What were we doing? After all, we were siblings. She was my sister. Real blood! How could I do it to her? No, it wasn't right. Then I our father cropped up in my mind. He fucked all my khalas. But they were not his blood, I argued with me. Right, but even this was forbidden morally as well as religiously. Sisters are also supposed to be like one's own sisters in our society. Then my mother fucked so many strangers even her own sisters and that's too in the presence of her husband—our dad. Moreover, what I had just conjectured and told my sister about that Anjali-girl theory then it meant that my parents were into incest at least at their hearts (they might have realized it if the life had given them the chance). That was quite mind-boggling, though. I reasoned out, if our parents think it was right to have sex with their sisters or children then why the hell we could not do it. She was no stranger, rather my own sister. The sweet sister I loved so much and knew that she had the same feelings for me. Then, she wanted it as much as I did, so, there was no point in denying these beautiful moments. Now I had understood what she meant by 'trapped' a little while ago. Yes, we were. My reasoning released a lot of pressure off me. I eased down and concentrated on what we were doing. Without breaking the kiss, I lay her back and was on top of her. We were getting more randy and wilder. Our hands were ferociously exploring each other's bodies. She pressed me against her several times and my rock-hard dick was rubbing violently against her pussy. Eventually I drew myself away and removed my nightshirt and Anjali began fondling and kissing my hairy chest. Even at that age, I had very thick hair on my chest, much more than a normal boy of my age. She then pulled the waistband of my pyjamas and took a glance inside. At last, she dragged them down. My dick stood there at an acute 90-degree angle—stiff and firm. "Holy Craps!" She exclaimed. "Yeh tou daddy se bhi bara hai, Ned... Main theak sochti thie, IT'S EVEN BIGGER THAN DADDY'S, NED... I WAS RIGHT," She clutched my prick. "Mere Allah! It's as hard and stiff as steel. Main ne kabhi etna sekht dick nahien dekha. Mere Allah, ketna hard ho raha hai yeh... MY GOD! IT'S AS HARD AND STIFF AS STEEL. I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A RIGID DICK BEFORE. GOODNESS ME, HOW HARD IT'S GETTING..." I was flattered. Yes, I had exceptionally hard cock and was proud of my tool. She kissed the tip of my manhood. "I'm impressed, Ned." She circled her tongue around its head and kissed it again. Then she took it into her mouth and licked it. Good God! I was in seventh heaven. My sister, my sweet and dearest little sister, was licking my cock. What more one could ask for? Besides, let me be honest, she was the best cocksucker I had so far experienced. She was fondling my balls with one hand and her tongue was all over my love-shaft. She knew too well how make a man go crazy. And I was amazed over her expertise. I was already so aroused and hot that I could not stand it for long. I, therefore, told her to stop and to take off her nightie. She obeyed instantly. There she was, naked in front of me: young, fresh and as delicate as a flower in full bloom. My darling sister was simply gorgeous. Though I have seen her boobs before, it was the first time that I saw her stark naked. Her pussy was freshly shaven and her rosy cuntal lips were taut and beautifully curved. They were dripping and her inside thighs were gleaming with her oozed love-juices. Her boobs were strikingly impressive—flawlessly rounded, firm and perfectly sized to my taste. Her hazelnut brown nipples were already stiff. I pounced at them like an ever-greedy dog and started licking and sucking them. Her skin was smooth, silky-soft and fresh, and it tasted great. The sweet erotic sent of her body having a tranquillizing affect on me. I had fallen in love with this woman then and there: a love at first 'naked' sight! She gasped with pleasure. I was getting wilder but was gentle with her delicate tits. I felt her hand on my cock. Ah! Her hand was warm and tender. She started stroking it lightly. I also moved my hand to her quim; it was drenched in her love secretions. The moment I touched the sensitive part of her pussy, her whole body shudder. I caressed her pussy a little bit then inserted a finger in her love hole. She shrugged again. "Uuuuu... Eets so lovely... Yaeh... Finger me Ned... Uuuuuhhh..." She sobbed with pleasure. I slowly began a decent from her tits downwards licking her torso. My tongue soon found her belly button and encircled it. I love this part of women, so I kept my tongue-licking her navel for some time then moved further down to her twat. I spread her cuntal lips and placed my mouth over her clitoris. Her body gave another jolt. "Ahhhh..." she huffed. Soon I was licking Anjali's pussy viciously. I was licking, biting, kissing, fingering, and sniffing her drenched-to-the-skin cunt. She had a gorgeous pussy and I was taking good care of it. I suppose I knew my job well because she was constantly yelling and screaming with lust and joy. She was in a complete ecstasy. Even for me, things had gone far beyond my control. My cock was at the verge of exploding. It was throbbing like a piston to remind me that it badly wanted its share too. The poor thing had waited too long! I pulled my head up. Her cunt juices were dripping off my mouth and lips. I looked at her and saw a broad grin playing on her face. She gestured me move over to her, so, I lay back on her and our lips met again. She first tasted her own cum from my face, "Not bad," she chuckled. But she did not give me any time to show my surprised over her lewd action, as our mouths got glued together again. My dick, wandering over her pubic area, at last found its counterpart and stuck there all by itself. I pushed it gently and the tip slid in a little. She was so wet and of course was no virgin, I was sure about it, still was very tight and needed some sweat to get invaded. I pushed it with a little force the second time but in vein. I felt her body tensed. "Oooohh... It's too big... Be gentle...yes, yes keep trying..." yelled my sister. I stroked her opening with the tip of my cock slowly and gently asserted more pressure forward. I then sensed that her cuntal mussels were losing up. So carefully I increased the pace and pressure. I was inside her less than the half way. I was getting restless, therefore, I pulled my cock back up to its tip and shove it back in with all the might I could muster and my cock jumped in and probably hit her womb. Her deafening shriek pierced the still air. "AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhaaaaa... Mur gai... It killed me... Aaahhhhhaaa..." I froze in my tracks. I was scared out of my wits by that loud howl. I did not want to hurt my sweet sister. I, nevertheless, knew that the pain would soon subside. I remained there motionless. I then saw her facial expressions regaining the normalcy and I had a sigh of relief. Are you okay?" I was genuinely concerned. "Ya bastard... Ya nearly...killed me..." said she, surprisingly in a calmer voice. "I-I'm so sorry, Anji." "Now wait until I... ask you to move," I waited. Soon the signal came and I began stroking her very gently. Her cunt was gradually getting accustomed to my cock. I felt strain on my dick. Her cuntal walls were squeezing my tool. The pressure was too much and my balls were getting anxious to explode but I was determined not to come so soon spoiling those fabulous moments of ecstasy. I slowly escalated my pace. My both hands were active playing with her tits. "Aaaahhh... Yes...yes...keep doin'... Uii Allah... OH GOD... What a...delight... Yes...yes... Eeets luvly..." She was completely taken up by immense pleasure. No sooner, I was stroking her at top gear. "Oooh, you're sooo...tight Anji... It feels...so great... Wonderfuuuuuul..." I was in my own frenzy. "Haan... Zor se... Yes... Fuck me harder...Ned... Jaisey daddy...ahhh...ker rehey thae... YES... HARDER... YES... FUCK ME HARDER...NED... LIKE DADDY...AAHHH...WAS DOING..." I suddenly felt her pussy emitting more juices and instantly knew that she was at the point of no return. I intensified my thrusts. "Oooo... Yes...eeeets beautifuuul... Keep...your...pace... Yes... Main...a...aa rehi hoon... I'M...CUM...CUMING...Oh yes, oh yeeeesssssss." She came hard, real hard. I also wanted to burst out my surged up tension in my groins but I controlled myself and reduce my pumping almost to halt. I wanted to give time to both of us to defuse our extreme agitation. I kissed her lips and she held my face in her hands and kept kissing me. Remaining in the same position for some time, I resumed my screwing and soon got the back into momentum. Now I was hollering with excitement. I felt irresistible surge within my balls and realized that my explosion is round the corner. "Aahaa... I can't hold... I'm cuming..." "Yes, bhai, brother, come...come in me...yes..." she yelled. I knew nevertheless that I must not come into her for I was not sure if she had taken any prevention against pregnancy. I, therefore, pulled my cock out of her cunt and with a howl erupted my cum directing her belly. I came with such a force that I missed the aim and the first load of my semen landed right over her chin. The second spurt crashed over her cleavage and tits, and so on. I was astonished but amused over the amount of load I ejaculated over my sister's body; only my dad had done that a little before in the movie. After squeezing the last few drops from my cock, I collapsed alongside her. "Mere Allah, MY GOODNESS, you came like a horse, Ned," Exclaimed she in total disbelief. I was too exhausted to reply. "Gundhey, dekho tum ne mera kaya hushsar ker diya hai! NAUGHTY YOU, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!" said she lovingly. We lay there for long without any further conversation. Then she went to the washroom. The videotape had long since stopped. I had no guilt or regret over what we had done. In fact my mind was relaxed and in peace. She came out of the bathroom, still naked and lay down back into the bed beside me. I cast a glanced at her and saw her looking back at me with a pleasant smirk on her face. "So," said I returning her grin, "Hope you've no regrets?" I asked. "Regrets! Keyun? WHY?" Then she answered for herself, "Keyun keh tum mere bhai ho? BECAUSE YOU'RE MY BROTHER?" I nodded. "Nahien, not at all. In fact, it was most wonderful thing happen to me. Main sooch bhi nahien sekti thie keh tum mujhey etna mezza do gay. NO, NOT AT ALL. IN FACT, IT WAS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING HAPPENED TO ME. I WOULDN'T HAVE IMAGINED THAT YOU'D AWARD ME SO MUCH OF PLEASURE." My heart instantly grew twice its normal seize with elation and pride. "Meri bhi yehi feelings hain, I FEEL THE SAME WAY. You were marvellous Anji. I never had such a great experience before." "Tou tum yeh sub pehley bhi ker chukkey ho? SO YOU HAD BEEN THIS BEFORE?" She teased me. "Like sister like brother," I twisted the old English maxim. "Kaya mutlib hai tumhara? Mujhey apni terah samujha hai. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU THINK I'M LIKE YOU." "Nahien. Mujhey patta hai ke tum mujh se ziyada horny ho. NO. I KNOW YOU'RE MUCH HORNIER THAN I." I said kissing her face. She poked into my ribs. "Gundhey bhai, MY WICKED BROTHER," "Anji!" asked I after a pause, "Isn't it odd that we were just involved in incest and now we are so calm about it?" She stared into my eyes for a while and said, "Well... perhaps, like parents like children." She giggled. We appeared to wreck the English grammar that day. "Anyway Anji, let me tell you that, I love you so much." I suddenly turned sentimental. "Aur main bhi. AND ME TOO." Saying this, she hugged me tight. We began kissing again. My hands were on her bums and pressing them toward me. I felt life returning to my groins and I had a semi hard-on. We kept French-kissing and fondling for God knows how much long. Subsequently she said, "Ned, your sis is an imp," "Keyun? WHY?" I was surprised. "K-kek...Kaya tum do...doubara ker sektey ho, bhai? K...C-CAN YOU DO IT A...AGAIN, BROTHER?" She asked timidly. I was about to shout out a 'yes sis, sure,' but I thought better of it. I wanted to tease her a little. So, I asked, "Kaya? What?" "Wohi jo tum abhi ker rehey thae, SAME WHAT YOU WERE DOING JUST NOW," said she, moving her eyes way of me. "Main Kaya ker raha tha? WHAT WAS I DOING?" asked I naughtily, enjoying the smutty and lewd conversation. "Tumhain patta hai keh kaya. YOU KNOW WHAT." She snapped. "Haan, muger tum bolo, YES, BUT YOU SAY IT," I smiled mischievously. "Mujhey tung na kero, DON'T TEASE ME," "Main tou nahien ker raha. Lakin tumhain bolna pertey ga, behana. I'M NOT. BUT YOU'VE TO SAY IT, SIS." "Ned, tum bohat burrey ho, HOW EVIL OF YOU, NED," "Main burra nahien manta, I DON'T MIND THAT, but tell me what you want?" She looked into my eyes and retorted, "Do it to me," "Lakin kaya? BUT WHAT?" She sighed and barely stuttered, "F-f-f... f-fu-ck m-me," "Good. Pher say kaho, SAY IT AGAIN." "Pagal na buno. DON'T BE CRAZY." "Main pagal nahien hoon. I'M NOT CRAZY. But I want you to be bold enough to come up with proper words. I thought that you were far less inhibiting than me but now you're acting like..." I intentionally left my sentence incomplete. "F-fuck me you devil." She snorted crossly. "Sure. Lakin, iss ko kuch aur bhi kehtey hain. BUT IT HAS SOME OTHER WORD TOO." "Kaya? WHAT?" "Tumhain patta hai keh kaya, YOU KNOW WELL," Her eyes glimmered suddenly. Perhaps she got the game I was playing with her. "Nahien bhai, NO BRO," Her tone was calmer. She added, "Suchi, PROMISE," "Okay. Fuck ko Urdu main choodna kehtey hain. THE WORD FOR FUCK IN URDU IS 'CHOODNA.'" I explained to her. I wanted my sister to learn all those dirty words and utter them too. I don't know what had gone into me but I sounded pretty kinky. "Ch-choodna!" My poor sister complied with my wicked aspiration. "Great. Ab yeh bataoo keh iss ko kaya kehtey hain? NOW TELL ME WHAT IS THIS CALLED?" I asked holding my dick. "Cock. Dick." She grinned wickedly and asked, "Tum bataoo, YOU SAY IT," "Lun," "Lun!" "Haan. Aur iss ko, YES. AND THIS?" I nipped her cunt. "I only know English words for these things. I liked your dirt game, you pervert. Chalo, mujhey sarey gundhey lafz seekhaoo, GET GOING AND TEACH ME ALL THOSE DIRTY WORDS." "Iss ko phudi kehtey hain ya choot bhi boltey hain. IT IS KNOWN AS 'PHUDI' OR ALSO CALLED 'CHOOT.'" "Phudi... Choot..." "Yes. Aur iss ko gaand boltey hain. AND THIS CALLED 'GAAND'." I pointed out at her anus. "G-g gaand," All this was too exciting for us. We were getting kinkier and arouse. My cock was hard again and we replicate the formidable pleasure in the same fashion that night. To be continued in Part II Suggestions are welcomed. Please feel free to give your comments -- SE In the Waves of Passion Pt. 02 Preface There was a longstanding demand from my avid readers to conclude the tale of the two siblings. I apologize to them all as it took me too long (it might seem ages to them and they might have lost the hope) to finish the task. Finally, there demand has been realized. The story is completed; it has eight chapters divided in five parts of nearly equal length and all have been published at Literotica site under the category of Incest. As the story progressed, I realized that the first two chapters (Part I) needed revision, which I undertook by bringing about minor changes. But then I was confronted with a major issue. You remember, the lead female character was called Mehvish. The problem was that the name 'Mehvish' did not blend at all with the character of her family that had been evolved during the course of writing. I gave it a deep thought, as it would be a significant change, and try not to alter it but the renaming seemed most appropriate and inevitable. Now, therefore, our heroine is known as Anjali (nicknamed Anji) and not as Mehvish or Mena. I regret any inconvenience I might have caused to my readers in this regard. Although I have given a synopsis of recollection of Part I, my advice to the readers is that they shall reread Part I (if they haven't), which will definitely redouble their pleasure. Generally the bilingual feature of the conversation was appreciated except for one remark against it. I, therefore, am keeping the feature, nevertheless, have tried to make it more comprehensible to non-Urdu or Hindi readers. The translation of Urdu/Hindi dialogues, which are written in italics as before, has been capitalized. So, ignore the italic words and read only the normal and/or capital letters and you, being a non-Urdu/Hindi reader, will miss nothing. I once again thank my all the readers who have commented on or wrote to me. Your encouragement and motivation was indeed a source of inspiration to me and the sole reason for the completion of this work. I still need your remarks and evaluation without which this tale will remain incomplete. Enjoy the narrative—SE. Recollection of Part 1: Naveen (the Narrator) and Anjali's parents killed in plane crash. Naveen was only 20 and his sister was two years younger then. Their two khalas, maternal aunts, help them re-manage their lives. After a few days of their parents' death, both siblings accidentally discovered some photographs and films. They were sexually explicated pornographic pictures about their own parents and aunts: Having sex amongst themselves or with other strangers in one-to-one, threesome or group sex scenes. Both the siblings were dumbfounded to view them. Once, watching a movie of their parents having sex with various people, the young but poor brother and sister felt caught in a trap and the only way out was to let them flow along with the waves of passion, lust and desire. The torrent outburst of their excited emotions took them to the valley of forbidden where both sibling had have sex together and thus were introduced to incest. Background: This story is a work of fiction, staged somewhere in Pakistan. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. English is yet another language largely used in the Subcontinent. In middle and upper classes usually either English is spoken or a lot of English words and phrases are used during the conversation in the local languages. I've used the same practice in the dialogues for realism. Nevertheless, for the non-Urdu speakers, every Urdu phrase or sentence is immediately followed by an English translation. Therefore, if you are alien to Urdu/Hindi just skip the italic words, and surely you'll miss nothing. 3 Four months later. Since our first sexual encounter, we made love to each other periodically. I never knew that my own sister would be so hot and horny for me. She really liked screwing me. We both have in fact fallen for each other. We were in love—frantically in love, and the desperation of being in love was overwhelming. The craving of forbidden had taken away all morality or righteousness; we were least pushed of being siblings or the fact that we are into incest or what people would think about us. We wanted each other, we loved each other, and we liked to have sex with each other, period. Men, as I understand, are more extrovert and aggressive when it comes to women, sex or power. Women, on the other hand, are shy and docile. But what I didn't know was that Anjali was one wild and hot little sexy slut when it comes to sex. I knew that her boldness had something to do with me. I mean, after all, I was her brother and she was comfortable with me. But, I confess that I did not have her nerves. You may disagree keeping my previous experiences in mind but it was only that I had just got carried away. Believe me, if it were not she to persuade me to carry on with our newfound 'taboo' relationship, I would have called it a day long ago. She was not only open-minded enough but was too bold, rather kinkily 'open' in a manner if you allow me to say. She would do stuff I could never ever had envisaged or had the nerve to do. In such a short time, she had changed my way of life. Though being her brother, she made me understand how to appreciate and enjoy life; how to shun away or subdue unnecessary inhibition and reserve; to regard and honour the weaker sex. The other significant aspect was her attitude, which had completely changed now. Once been so social, outgoing and carefree, she now took interest in the house and was concerned about me; she was much composed self than ever. She told me that since she loved me so deeply from her heart, she would always be ready to do whatever makes me pleased. And in those four months she had proved it. My remotest and wildest fantasies had or appeared to come true through her. We both shifted to our parents' bedroom and started behaving and living like husband and wife. I truly love my sister as well. It was as if I could not live a moment without her. We now used to rush back home when we were through with our respective work. Our friends were puzzled over this change in us but we always had something to satisfy their curiosity. We repeatedly watched the pictures and videos of our parents and aunts ended up fucking each other on every instance. Last night I had a real great fucking session with Anjali; we literally screwed the living daylights out of one another. It was weekend and we went out for dinner to an exclusive but a cool romantic place. We selected that far-way dinning place to avoid our acquaintances. I was in a dinner suit. She wore our mom's Indian silk sari with a re-tailored sleeveless blouse and had nicely made up her face. I had told her not to put on a petticoat or bra. Reluctantly she complied. Now her bare abdomen was showing her admirable navel. She was looking stunningly beautiful. Almost every eye in the dining area followed her as we entered. We asked the maître d' for a quiet and private table, and with a broad smile she showed us one. I was sure that she must have taken us as a newlywed duo. I also observed that even the stewardess was stealthily staring at Anjali. We placed the order. And as the maître d' moved away Anjali said to me: "Tum ne dekha, woh bhi mujhey ghoor rehi thie. DID YOU NOTICED, EVEN SHE WAS STARING AT ME." "Well, tum sexy he etni lag rehi ho keh koie bhi tumhain ignore nahien ker sekta. WELL, YOU'RE LOOKING SO SEXY THAT NO ONE COULD IGNORE YOU. You're the most beautiful and the sexiest person in this place." "Thank you," said she irritatingly. "Keyun, kaya hua? WHY, WHAT HAPPENED?" "People are staring me, Ned. Uss aadmi ko dekho... LOOK AT THAT MAN... Bastard! See how lustfully he's staring at me." "Dekhney dou, tumhara kaya jata hai. LET HIM WATCH, WHY ARE YOU PUSHED." I further added, "Tumhain tou khush hona chaheay keh woh tumharey sexy jism ko appreciate ker raha hai. YOU SHALL BE PLEASED OVER THAT THAT HE IS APPRECIATING YOUR SEXY FIGURE." I grinned wickedly. "Shut it you... Tum sub murd aik jaisey hotey ho—rascals. ALL YOU MEN ARE SAME—RASCALS." I laughed her off. After dinner, the stewardess came to us and asked about the food. "It was yummy." I replied. "My chicken in pineapple sauce was wonderful." Anjali said. "Thank you ma'am." Then she asked us, "You seemed to be newly married," Anjali gave me a confounded stare. "You're right Sonia," I answered reading out her nametag pinned up on her left tit. "Please select a desert from the menu. It's on the house, sir." I noticed again that she stole a glimpse at Anjali's provocative, low-cut neckline and that Anjali had observed it too. "Thankeu Sonia for the offer," said Anjali. She took the order and went away. "She seemed to have a crush on you." I whispered grinningly. "You're a real imp, Ned." She said tapping a spoon on my hand. And we both laughed. Later, Sonia came up to the lobby to see us off. "Thank you sir...madam... Hope to see you again." "Sure, we'll," said I. Then Anjali did something startling. She moved forward and kissed Sonia on her cheek. "Thank you too for you courtesy, Sonia. You're very sweet person. We'll do visit you again." It wasn't a simple, innocent kiss; it was hot and suggestive as was the emphasis on 'you'. I could see Sonia's face flushed and her eyes went wide in bewilderment but the broad sweet smile on her face that never withered away was evident that she was not offended at all by this unaccepted gesture of her honourable guest. Back in the car I mocked Anjali, "I didn't know that you've a crush on Sonia too." "Honestly, you're a dirty minded pervert, Ned." Steering the wheel with one hand, I pressed her naked navel with other. "So, we're coming back to show this again to Sonia?" "Will you give it a rest with Sonia, Ned?" She added, "It appears that it's you who is taken up with her so much because you can't stop pronouncing her name again and again." She gibed at me. "I suppose she, I mean Sonia," I giggled, "knew that you wore no bra and she adored the way your boobs were hanging." I squeezed her tits. "Ooops... You're hopelessly incorrigible," she said in pretending dismay. We kept on kidding one another; I became more and more animated with my every remark passed on till we reached home. As Anjali was about to get down from the car, I grabbed her and French-kissed her. "Yahaan nahien, NOT HERE," Said she struggling to get free. "Keyun nahien? WHY NOT?" My grip was strong. "Koie aa jaye ga. SOMEONE MAY TURN UP." "Iss waqt? AT THIS TIME?" It was late night. "Sub sou rehey hain. EVERYONE IS ASLEEP." Her efforts stopped but her body was still tensed. I, therefore, released her and we got out of the vehicle. She was struggling with her sari, which had gotten untangled by my aggressive manoeuvres. The moment we entered the house I seized her again. Yes, I was too aroused by then. "Khuda keliay, Ned... FOR GOD SAKE, NED... What's wrong with you? Arifa may come down," Arifa was our young maidservant, about seventeen or eighteen. "Woh uuper sou rehey ho gi janu, SHE'D BE SLEEPING UPSTAIRS, HONEY," said I, fumbling with her sari. During this fooling around her sari striped off and as I mentioned before she wore no petticoat or panties under, so she stood naked saved her blouse with her ever beautiful hairless cunt, all visible to me. She ran away into our bedroom and I followed. I held her there and our mouths got locked to each other. Her hands were unbuttoning my clothes. Soon we both were standing there stark naked. My sex tool was hard to its firmest and her nipples were stiff like buckram. I lay her back on the bed and we began our foreplay. Our actions were turning wild and fervent. During these few months the change appeared in our lovemaking was that it had developed into a noisy act. We loved talking dirty; we both got a kick out of those vulgar words and we ended up more thrilled and horny. "Ya etney nakhrey ker rehi thean, ya yeh dekho ketni geeli ho rehi ho! YOU WERE CAUSING SUCH A RACKET THEN, NOW SEE, HOW WET ARE YOU!" I said, kissing her drenched quim. "Aaaahhhaaa... Tum jo etney horny ho, BECAUSE YOU'RE SO HORNY," Main...ya Sonia? ME...OR SONIA?" "Ned..." "Mujhey legta hai, IT SEEMS TO ME," said I, busy licking her wet cunt, "keh Sonia ne tum ko etna geela ker diya hai, THAT SONIA HAD MADE YOU SO WET." "Gundhey... Meri ch-ch chhoro apni b-b baat kero. NAUGHTY... FORGET 'BOUT M-ME, SAY 'BOUT Y-Y YARSELF." She was struggling with her speech as wave after wave of ecstasy whirling through her. "T-t... Oooohhhooo... Tum meri wjha se tou k-kabhi etney hard nahien hooey... Legta hai Sonia tumhain kuch z-z...ziyada hi pasand aa gai hai, YOU NEVER GET S-SO HARD BECAUSE OF ME... LOOKS LIKE SHE'D INCITED Y-Y...YOU VERY MUCH," I remained silent. By then I had inserted two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and my tongue and fingers were engaged working over and in her love-hole. "Aaaaahhhaaa... Yeessss... K-keep doin'...h-harder..." She went on after a rest, "Answer me, Ned... Did you like her much?" "Yes," I replied absentmindedly. "W-What if she comes here?" "What...what do ya mean?" "I mean, what you'll do if she's here...right in this room?" Before allowing me to answer, she added, "Kaya tum uss ko b-bhi ussi teraan nunga k-kero gai jaisey tum ne mujhey uss kamrey mein keya tha? WOULD Y-YOU ALSO STRIPPED HER N-NAKED LIKE YOU DID ME IN THAT ROOM?" Ah! How my sister loved erotic, obscene and vulgar talk; more than that she had made me relish it too. "Haan, YES," I replied, increasing the pace of my fingers in her cunt. "Main uss ko alif nungi ker doun ga. I'LL STRIP HER STARK NAKED." "Pher, THEN," "Pher, uss ko tumharey saath leyta ker uss ki choot mein apna lun daal doun ga. THEN, I'LL LAY HER BESIDE YOU AND SHOVE MY COCK INTO HER CUNT." I was using a language she liked to listen. Merey samney? IN FRONT OF ME?" Haan. Tumharey samney uss ko choodoun ga. YES. I'LL FUCK HER IN FRONT OF YOU." "Ooooohhhh...miiii...God... Yeeessss... Yes... Keep doin'... I'm near..." I sucked and fingered my sister's cunt to an orgasm. But I knew that it was not enough for my horny sister, hence, I didn't cease my manoeuvres. My mouth remained glued to her cuntal opening but I had discontinued caressing her now sore 'magic-button'—clitoris. I then, drew my fingers out of her cunt and, sopping wet as they were by the cunt juices, I inserted them into her mouth. "Clean them," I retorted. She sucked them clean, relishing every moment. Knowing she was at the acme of her arousal again, I inserted a finger into another sensitive place: her anus. "Ahhh..." she whined. She liked being finger-fucked in her asshole but to date we haven't done the 'real' stuff there. And that day I was determined to take her ass-virginity. My finger and tongue worked on her ass and pussy respectively for a while. "Apni tangain uuper uthaoo, main tumhari gaand dekhna chahta hoon. LIFT YOUR LEGS, I WANT TO SEE YOUR ANUS." I growled, pushing a pillow under her buttocks. She bent the legs, her knees facing her head. "Lo, mujhey puri teraan dekh lo... HERE! SEE ME COMPLETELY..." Her tinny chocolate brown hole was firmly intact and clean. Believe me, it was the finest shit-hole I had seen so far. My hormones were kindling and my adrenalin was fizzing. I planted a kiss on her anus. It was the first time that I touched an anus with my mouth. Her body quivered as my lips contacted her asshole and I gauged that it was her first time too. I kissed it again and then encircled my tongue around the hole. Her body convulsed and she gasped several times. It seemed she had liked the idea rather was thrilled. Then she endorsed my deduction by saying, "Ooohh... Bohat achha lag raha hai, Ned... IT'S LOVELY, NED... Ooohh yes... Keep lickin' my ass..." I tongued her asshole while my finger moved in and out of her pussy. I soon found her climax surging up and...she came for the second time. Her cum oozed out of her cuntal opening and I quickly adjusted my mouth to lap it up. Ah man! How much I like the taste of my sister's love juices; believe me I have not even till today tasted any woman as delicious as Anjali. By then I was tired too, so, I lay beside her and we remained quiet for a bit. As we recouped our breath and energy, I kissed her erected tits and licked them. "Janu, honey, would you care for a 69?" She asked me. I nodded eagerly. She moved to a comfortable position and we began sucking each other's genitals. She was still wet and tacky. This time I was gulping her pussy with my tongue and lips. My cock was in her hungry mouth and her hand was twitching my balls. Then suddenly she forcefully inserted her finger into my tight and dry anus. "Oooooohhhh...aaaaahhhhaaa... Ya Bitch..." "Keyun? Achha lag raha hai na? WHY? LIKING IT?" She asked. "Oh yes, oooohhh...yeeesss..." "I knew that," she whispered. Well, my anus is pretty sensuous point. I liked to be touched there. Wait! Don't take me wrong. I am not at all a gay or a bi. In fact the idea of man making love to man or I being inserted by a guy is too repulsive to me. Still, goodness knows why, I am sensitive there. I like rather love my female partner play with my anus or insert a finger in there. So I thoroughly enjoyed what Anjali was doing to me. A little later Anjali said, still busy with my dick, "Ned, aaj mujhey pechhey se fuck kero. NED, FUCK ME FROM BEHIND TODAY." "Okay. Lakin main thaka hua hoon, pehley tum mere peh charto. BUT I'M LITTLE TIRED, SO RIDE ME FIRST." With me lying on my back, she positioned her over my prick with her knees across my hips. Lowering herself down, she slowly took my entire shaft into her cunt hole. Watching my cock disappearing into my sister's pussy was indeed a stimulating sight, I liked the way her cunt swallowed my dick. Up and down, up and down, she rode my cock like an experienced (cock-rider) jockey. I placed my hand under her ass cheeks to help her with the movements. "Oooh... your steel-hard shaft is peeling off my pussy's skin." She said. "Ah yes..." I replied. "Kaya achha leg raha hai? ARE YOU ENJOYING?" "Oh yes, I love this rigidity. Uuf, ketna hard hai tumhara cock, bhai... Meza aa geya... Dil chahta hai keh yeh hameshaan mere under hi rehey...OOOH, HOW HARD IS YOUR COCK, BROTHER... IT'S WONDERFUL... I WISH IT WOULD REMAIN INSIDE ME FOREVER..." "Fikar na kero, main tub tak nahien aaoon ga jub tak tum na chaho. DON'T WORRY; I'LL NOT CUM UNTIL YOU WANT ME TO." I said. Then she looked straight into my eyes and asked shamelessly, "Apni behan ko yuun apney dick peh nunga upper nichey hotey tumhain achha lag raha hai? ARE YOU ENJOYING THAT YOUR SISTER NAKEDLY MOVING UP AND DOWN ON YOUR DICK? "Ha...haan... Meri nungi b-b behan...chood merey lun ko... Haaaan...choodti reha... YE...YES... MY NUDE S-S SISTER...FUCK MY COCK... YEEEES...KEEP FUCKIN'..." said I lewdly. She kept riding me, slowly increasing her fucking pace. Shortly she added, "Achha, ab main thak gai hoon, ab tumhari bari hai mujhey fuck kerney ki, I'M TIRED NOW, IT'S YOUR TURN TO FUCK ME," "Tum meri kutia bun na chahti ho? YA WANT TO BE MY BITCH?" I asked. "Haan. Meri pechhey se lo. YES. TAKE ME FROM BEHIND." She was ever blatant. She stood down from the bed, and went across to the couch in the corner and bent down resting her hands on it. I moved behind her and entered her well-lubricated cunt with one straight thrust. In the Waves of Passion Pt. 03 5 "Bhe'ie bohat ho geya, ab dervaza kholo... IT'S ENOUGH, NOW OPEN THE DOOR..." We heard Anjali's voice. "Oh merey Allah, Anji aa gai, GOODNESS ME; ANJI'S HOME." Sabeen said in a panic. She got out of the bed and rushed to the washroom grabbing her clothes. "Aik minute, JUST A MINUTE," I shouted, hurriedly getting into my clothes. As Sabeen came back dressed, I opened the door and Anjali dashed in. "Shukar hai, THANK GOODNESS, you're through." She said tendering a crocked smile. "Main aadh ghantey se intizar ker rehi hoon. I'M WAITING FOR HALF AN HOUR." My sister was as ever frank and wicked. What a little devil! Sabeen and I exchanged looks. We all sat down and after a while Anjali asked me, "What about lunch, Ned? Let's dine out today." "Great idea." I replied. "But where?" "Sabeen se puchho, aaj tou woh chief guest hai tumhari. ASK SABEEN, SHE'S YOUR CHIEF GUST TODAY." Anjali's meaningful tone and her hand over Sabeen's shoulders made Sabeen blushed. "Tumhara kaya kheyal hai Sabeen, kahaan chalain? WHAT DO YOU SAY SABEEN, WHERE SHOULD WE GO?" I asked her. "Kahien bhi, ANYWHERE," "Ned," Anjali said to me, "Tum jaldi se te'ar ho jaoo, etney mein hum decide kertey hain. YOU GET READY QUICKLY AND IN THE MEANWHILE WE'LL DECIDE." I went to my old room; I needed a shower again—you know that of course. After dressing up, I went back to the master bed to find the door locked. I thought that the girls would still be changing when I heard a faint sigh. Curiosity overcame all the decency and I fixed my eye to the keyhole. The sight rocked my head off. It was a shock of my life. The two friends were sitting on the edge of the bed, their shirts were off, and the lips were glued together. Holy Cripes! They were kissing each other! My sister, a lesbian! It was a fact hard to believe. My head span. To my surprise their 'adventure' did not offend me, however. I felt sensation in my groin. Their hands were caressing the opponent's breasts. Then I heard Anjali said: "Tum ne enjoy keya? DID YOU ENJOY?" "Bohat, very much," Sabeen added after a pause, "Anji! Uss ka cock bohat hi hard hai, HIS COCK IS TOO HARD," Blimey! they were talking about me! "Ha, steel hai steel, IT'S STEEL," Anjali replied in a low but proud tone, "Mein ne tumhain betaya tha, I TOLD YOU," "How fortunate are you Anji," Sabeen said. "And so gutsy and daring, both of you." Before Anjali could reply, Sabeen added, "But he's so much of energy. I could hardly made out that he came only last night with you." "Yeah, my brother has a bull's strength." Anjali again said arrogantly. I felt anger arising within me. Sabeen knew about our relationship. How dare Anjali could do that? I felt betrayed. But then I reasoned out that they were in love too, therefore, Anjali could not hold back her secret form her deeply involved lesbian mate. Still, ours were a highly taboo affair and must not be talked out. I knocked the door then and saw them withdrawing in alarm. Sabeen again ran towards the bathroom. I smiled over her confusion. I knocked again. "Hum te'ar ho rehi haan, WE'RE CHANGING," I heard Anjali saying but I kept on knocking the door. Finally the door opened and Anjali peeked from behind the door, covering her naked chest. "Kaya ho geya bhai, etna shor keyun mucha rehey ho? Hum te'ar ho rehi haan. WHAT HAPPENED BROTHER, WHY YOU MAKING SUCH A FUSS? WE'RE GETTING READY." "Okay... Mujhey under tou aaney dou, LET ME COME IN," I tried to get in. She pushed the door back and murmured shortly, "Pagal mut buno, Sabeen bathroom main hai woh bahir aa jaye gi. DON'T BE SILLY, SABEEN'S IN THE BATHROOM AND SHE'LL BE OUT SOON." "Pher kaya hua, mein tum douno ko hi nunga dekh chukka hoon. THEN WHAT, I HAVE SEEN YOU BOTH NAKED BEFORE." I mischievously tried to grab her naked boobs. "Bare shataan ho bhai... YOU NAUGHTY BRO... Get away. Humain te'ar honney dou. LET US GET READY." I backed off laughingly. -=*=- That night we, Anjali and I, were lying together naked in the bed. Her head was rested against my chest and we were chatting about the morning events. "Tumhain Sabeen kaisi legi, Ned? Mezza aaya uss ke saath? HOW DID YOU FIND SABEEN, NED? DID YOU ENJOY HER?" She asked me openly. Imagine, she, my sister, was asking me if I had enjoyed fucking her friend! But that what she was like then. "Haan. YEAH." "Would you like to have an affair with her? I got alarmed over her question. "Agar tum mind na kero tou? ONLY IF YOU DON'T MIND?" "Nahien, mein mind nahien kerti. NO, I WON'T MIND. I knew you admire her rather relish her." She laughed. "And, you do the same," said I with touch of mock in the tone. "What do you mean?" She instantly drew her head and threw a glimpse at me. "Well... Don't you like her?" "Of course I do, after all she's my buddy." "And a lover too," I added. "W-w what do you mean?" Her voice wobbled. "Tumhain patta hai keh main kaya keh raha hoon, YOU KNOW WELL WHAT I'M SAYING," I gave a naughty smile. "Oh no!" She exclaimed. "T-t tou Sabeen ki bachi ne tumhain yeh bhi beta diya. S-S SO THAT BITCHY SABEEN HAVE TOLD YOU EVEN THAT." "Nahien, uss ne nahien betaya. NO, SHE DIDN'T TELL ME." "Tou...tou pher...? SO...THEN...?" "Main ne dekha tha tum douno ko...keyhole se. I SAW YOU BOTH...FROM THE KEYHOLE." I added, "I didn't know about this side of you. You're a lesbian too." Her face went redd. "Did you mind it, Ned?" She had a concern in her tone. "No. I rather enjoyed watching you both making love to each other." "We didn't make love today," she abruptly replied. "Well, you both were kissing and smooching topless at least." I further said, "Lakin mein tum se naraaz hoon. Tum ne Sabeen ko humarey bare mein betta diya hai. BUT I'M ANNOYED WITH YOU. YOU'VE TOLD SABEEN ABOUT US." "Oh, I'm sorry Ned, if you didn't like that." "I believed this was a very private affair, a secret between us." I said sternly. "I apologize again for that but I was so confounded after our first encounter that I couldn't hold myself sharing our secret with her. But don't be upset, she vowed not to tell anyone." "Make sure she doesn't utter a single word about us." I reaffirmed my concern grimly. "She won't. I know a lot of her secrets." She smiled. "I hope that you haven't told her about our parents?" "No. Heavens not." "Better don't." After a rest I asked, "By the way, what was her reaction when you told her about us?" "She was out of her wits. It was hard for her to believe that but she was thrilled and excited too by our 'venture'. Then she was too impressed by both of us being so daring and rebellious to defy these redundant social norms. That's what she said, 'redundant norms of society.'" "So, she's a similar philosophy," "Oh yes, certainly. When I told her that I really love you, you know what she replied. She said that she was proud of us, as nothing can be more natural than falling in love with your sibling because they're always so close to one another. After all, she stated, we all are children of 'sibling-parents.'" "Sibling parents?" I shot her a quizzical look. "Yeah. Kane married his sister and other siblings did the same as then they were the only beings on earth." What an argument! -=*=- From there on, my affair with Sabeen commenced. I consistently dated and fucked both the girls—I mean Anjali and Sabeen. But my attachment with both my beloveds was at different tier, having diverse dimensions. My attraction for Sabeen was purely of sexual nature with not much of emotional involvement at least in the early days of our relationship. I loved fucking Sabeen: she had a style, experience and sex-appeal. On the other hand, Anjali's affair was a different ballgame all together. I adore making love to my full-blood sister, but she was my sweetheart. The newly found relationship with her had a profound sentimental value for me. My love rather passion for her was at a very deep emotional level. I truly care for her and she meant almost everything in life to me. I also knew that Anjali had more or less same feelings for me though she too had Sabeen as her beloved. Yes, Sabeen became our common lover. Anjali and Sabeen also continued with their exploration of one another's sexuality. They loved it, they loved being together; both had told me this. I, however, didn't get any further opportunity to watch them making love. I time and again expressed my desire—to Anjali—to join in their sexual expeditions but she sidestepped every time saying that the time had yet not ripe for a threesome adventure. I respected her judgement as she was much wiser and astute in such matters, certainly than me. In the beginning of October, Sabeen's family left for another town to attend a family wedding, but Sabeen stayed back as Hira, one of her close friends—and Anjali's too—was getting married as well. Since there was no one at her home, except the servants, the logical option for Sabeen to put up with was us. All three of us were delighted over this God-given opportunity. We had five days and four nights—all to us only. On the first afternoon of our 'spree', I asked Sabeen to help me clean my closet. We went into my bedroom. Anjali was busy in the kitchen. During our chores I feigned a certain pouch to fall and then tried to hide it. "What's that?" "Yeh bachoon ke dekhney ki cheez nahien hai. IT'S NOT FOR KIDS TO SEE." "What?" She nudged me with her elbow. "Show it to me," Her curiosity was aroused. And that what was meant. "Tum dekh ker dar jaoo gi... Ya bhi ho sekta hai keh tum khush ho. YOU'LL BE SCARED SEEING IT... OR YOU MAY GET HAPPY." I further stirred her inquisitiveness. "Hey... Dekhao na, HEY... SHOW IT TO ME," After a little fiddling I surrendered and took the object out of the pouch. "Oh my...!" She exclaimed covering her mouth with her hand. It was a large sized dildo. "Have you seen one before?" She was too shocked to reply. "Come on... Tumhain patta bhi hai yeh kaya hai? DO YOU KNOW, WHAT'S THIS?" I said mockingly. She nodded politely. "Have you seen one before?" I repeated my question. "Haan, Yeah," she nodded again. "Kahaan? Where?" It was my time to be surprised. "In pictures, of course, or movies," "Of course," I paused and then asked, "You haven't used anyone then?" She went even redder as she shook her head, slowly. "Tum masturbation ke leye kaya use kerti ho? WHAT DO YOU USE WHILE MASTURBATION?" She shot me a baffled look and blinked rapidly. "Mera mutlib hai, I MEAN," I quickly added, "Tum masturbation tou kerti ho gi, kerti ho na? YOU MUST BE MASTURBATING, DON'T YOU?" She remained silent. "Come on yar... Iss mein issi kon si baat hai; hum sub kertey hain, COME ON DEAR... THIS IS NO BIG DEAL; WE ALL DO IT," "Haan, kerti hoon, YEAH, I DO," Said she sheepishly. "Tou keya estimal kerti ho, serif apni unglyaan ya kuch aur bhi? SO, WHAT DO YOU USE, ONLY YOUR FINGERS OR SOMETHING ELSE?" I asked in a very matter-of-fact tone as if I was not talking sex but asking some academic question. She looked into my eyes again and after a pause she replied blushing scarlet. "Z-z ziyada terr unglyaan... M-M MOSTLY FINGERS..." "Aur kabhi kabhi? AND OCCASIONALLY?" She again took her time replying. "K-k candles..." "Oh, I see," I further added, "Chalo aaj iss ko use ker ke dekho... USE CHECKING IT TODAY... You'll definitely enjoy it." She didn't budge and remained mum. "Come on, take it Saab, use it..." I coaxed her. "What!! Now!" "Yeah, of course," "Tumharey samney? Tumhara damag tou theak hai? IN FRONT OF YOU? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" "Iss mein kaya aisi baat hai? WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?" "'Aisi baat'! Main aur tumharey samney masturbate keroon... No way, Ned. 'WHAT'S WRONG'! I, AND MASTURBATE IN FRONT OF YOU... NO WAY, NED." "Yar iss mein kon si issi baat hai. Main aur Anjali bhi aik dusrey ke samney masturbate kertey hain...balkeh uss ko merey samney kerney mein bohat mezza aata hai. IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL. ANJALI AND I WHACK IN FRONT OF EACH OTHER... IN FACT, SHE LOVES DOING IT IN FRONT OF ME." I told her truthfully. "Kaya!! Woh tumharey samney masturbate kerti hai! – Tum douno pagal ho. WHAT!! SHE MASTURBATES IN FRONT OF YOU! – YOU BOTH ARE NUTS." "Keyun, pagal keyun? Keya tum douno aik dusrey ke samney masturbate nahien kertien? WHY... WHY NUTS? DON'T YOU BOTH WHACK BEFORE ONE ANOTHER?" Sabeen again brought her hand to her mouth. "Dusri baat, jab hum aik dusrey ke samney nungey ho chukkey hain aur main tumhari etni baar ley bhi chukka hoon tou pher merey samney masturbation kerney mein kaya hesitation hai? MOREOVER, WHEN WE BOTH HAD BEEN NAKED BEFORE ONE ANOTHER AND I'VE ALSO TAKEN YOU SO MANY TIMES THEN WHAT'S THE HESITATION IN MASTURBATING IN FRONT OF ME?" I passed her on the dildo, which was taken reluctantly. "I'll also do for you, Saab... Now let's start." I turned around and shut the door. She slowly moved towards the bed. "Wait," I interrupted her suddenly. "Let me unknot your azarbund," I squatted in front of her. "Apni kamiz uuper uthaoo, PULL UP YOUR KAMIZ," She complied timidly. I tugged her azarbund unfastened and her shalwar dropped like house of cards. Ah, I love untying a woman's shalwar and get titillated when those drops down. She wore very exotic panties. Ahha! so, she knew I would strip her! I mean, what else could be the reason for wearing those sexy undies! I saw a wet patch in the middle of the garment. Wow man! She was aroused too! "Dekho iss idea ne tumhain ketna excite keya hai! LOOK, HOW THIS IDEA HAS EXCITED YOU!" I said fondling her wet patch. Then I pulled her panties down to her ankles. As I was about to kiss her moist quim, she let her long kamiz fell. She told me to take off my clothes first. "Pehley tum shuru kero, YOU STARTS IT FIRST," said I. "Nahien, pehley tum nungey ho, NO, FIRST YOU GET NAKED," She was adamant; I respected her wish, however. She tittered slightly, then turned around and said, "Okay, undo my zipper and remove my kamiz now. Don't you want me to see naked?" I stood up, pleased that she was getting into her elements. I removed her remaining garments she was wearing to expose her two watermelonish boobs. We both were stark naked now. She lay over the bed and stared at me for a while. Then she bent her knees upward and stretched. Her pussy was all exposed to my eyes: bald and ravishing. She began fondling her cuntal lips with the dildo. I then saw the head of the dildo disappeared into her love hole. Cripes! She was fucking herself with a dildo in front of her lover! The sight sent my blood whirled through the veins and my cock twitched to an added length. "Saab, yeh kiss ka dick ley rehi ho? SAAB, WHOSE DICK YOU'RE TAKING?" I asked, stroking my own cock. "T-t... Tumhara... Y-Y... YOURS..." "Jhoot mut bolo, mera cock tou merey haath mein hai, DON'T LIE, MY COCK IS IN MY HAND," With her eyes focused on her crotch, she continued 'dildoing' herself. "Jawab dou Saab, REPLY SAAB," I added, "Mera lun merey haath mein hai pher tum kiss ke lun se chud rehi ho? MY COCK IS IN MY HAND THEN WHOSE PRICK ARE YOU FUCKING WITH?" I said in a sheer vulgar language, as I mentioned earlier I love talking filthy while love making. "M-m... mum..." She choked. "Merey Kheyal mein yeh tumharey teacher Arif Sahib ka lun hai! I BELIEVE THIS IS YOUR TEACHER MR. ARIF'S COCK!" Arif was Sabeen's tutor in high school and she told me that she'd a fascination for him then. "Aaaaahhhh..." "In one of you private lessons with him," I continued, "Uss ne tumhain pakar ker tumharey kaprey zaberdusty utar diye aur apna cock nekal ker tumharey under daal diya. Yeh ussi ka lun hai jo tum ley rehi ho... HE GRABBED YOU AND AFTER FORCIBLY TAKING OFF YOUR CLOTHES, HE TOOK OUT HIS COCK AND SHOVE IT IN. IT'S HIS COCK THAT YOU'RE FUCKING WITH..." "Oh yeeessss," she was panting heavily. The speed of her hand has also increased. My lewd dirty talk and lecherous visualization had a great affect on her. Oh dear! what a scene was that! My girlfriend masturbating herself to an orgasm in front of me! I kept feeding her lustful words and sex-loaded scenes to increase her libido. Soon I realized that she was about to hit the explosion. "Oooooooohhhhhoooooo..." Her climax was intense. I was burning with desire too, but I ceased stroking my cock; I didn't want to come there, I wanted to screw Sabeen's saturated pussy. "Don't stop," She breathlessly demanded. "I want to enter you," I replied. "No, I want to see you cum... You promised me, remember!" "I will... But let me give you a taste of real man-meat, you filthy slut." "N-n no... I'm too sour..." But instead, I pounced upon her like a greedy fox and instantly heaved my dick into her soaking wet pussy. Indeed, my dick slid into her love-hole too conveniently. "No... Please..." She tried to evade my assault but in vain. "AAAAAAhhhhaaa...you bastard... Nek-nekalo issey... T-T TAKE IT OUT..." She almost sobbed. But I ignored her pleas and soon found myself stroking her cunt at top throttle. "Fuck you," I yelled in ecstasy, "Uff Saab tum ketni geeli ho rehi ho... Aaaaahhhhaaaa... Kisi kutia ki teraan garm ho rehi hai tumharey choot... OH SAAB, YA'RE GETTING SO WET... AAAAAHHHHAAAA... YAR CUNT IS GETTING AS HOT AS A BITCH... Ooooohhhoooo..." "You Bastard... Ya're driving me crazy again..." This time around, I was so aroused that I couldn't last very long. Though I know that her climax is far-away, I announced me cuming. With that I took my rigid cock out of her cunt and closed in on her across the face. It did not take much of manipulation and I spurted my load making sure that every drop of my cum must targeted her face; and it did. Before long her entire face was covered with my jism. ~*~ That very evening both the girls attended the Mehndi of their friend. [Mehndi is a very South Asian ceremony, usually held separately by the bridegroom and bride a day before the wedding; it is customarily considered to be an all women event with lot of traditional songs, music, dance and other rituals—SE.] The next day was a rest day, as far as the wedding was concerned. [A marriage function in Pakistan or India commonly is a three-to-five-day long affair—SE.] Anjali asked me that morning that the time has arrived to watch both of them having lesbian fun, if I was still game. I was, indeed. So, we both conspired a plan. As part of the scheme, I feigned as if I was going out somewhere. Instead, I furtively sneaked into our—Anjali and mine—bedroom and hid behind the curtains. After a while both girls entered the room getting lovey-dovey with one another. Anjali opened the closet and took out the box of our sex toys. "Where you got all this stuff from?" Sabeen was inquisitive. I felt an anxious twitch in the stomach. I don't know why I was still not comfortable letting Sabeen know about our parents' 'private' activities. Oh! I perhaps forgot to tell you that we found all this sex paraphernalia in our parents' 'things' along with those highly explosive pictures and film cassettes that had revolutionized our lives. "Ned got them from abroad through a friend." Anjali lied. After a pause she asked Sabeen withdrawing the dildos out of the box, "So, he made you use one?" In the Waves of Passion Pt. 04 6 My birthday was drawing close; as a matter of fact, the next day was my birth anniversary. Anjali had told me a few days ago to keep that evening free. On my inquiring she told me that she wanted to give me a surprise present on the eve of my birthday. That very morning she reminded me of the evening and told me that she would let me know the details later in the day. She called me by midday; she wanted me to come to our apartment in the evening. We have a fully furnished private apartment in the city, which was kept to be used occasionally for housing 'special' guests. Anjali wanted me there at sharp six o'clock. Thrilled with anticipation, I arrived there five minutes earlier. My instructions were to remain in the car until I get further directions from her. Exactly five minutes after six, my cell rang. She asked me to proceed upstairs. The lift took me to the eighth floor and with my personal key I entered our apartment. I walked straight to the corner table resting in the living room as was told. I picked up the paper lying under the lamp. There were scribbled further directions on it. I read them twice and got ready to act upon them. By now I had worked out for certain that there was someone, or maybe more than one, with my sister in the bedroom. The element of surprise was who could be with her! It can't be a boy...no, simply not; nor can it be Sabeen, because, with her, the factor of shock had longtime lost its currency. With my heartbeat throbbing with curiosity at a lightening velocity, I went to the bedroom and flung opened the door; it wasn't locked as per the plan. Though I had an idea what to encounter inside, I still jumped out of my skin. Anjali with another girl was sitting on the bed in front of me engaged in French kiss. It's needless to say that both the paramours were without a rag of cloth on them. I instantly realized that the other female was Sonia—the same lady whom we met and who was our hostess in a restaurant (see chapter 3, part II). Holy Cripes! A cry of panic and fright was released from both the throats: one was unfeigned and the other was undeniably phoney. AAAAuuuuu... "Oh dear!" Anjali pretended a cry. Sonia, on the other hand, with a flash grabbed the sheet to cover her naked body. She appeared to be in state of shock; Anjali, however, was not remotely concerned about her nakedness. "A-a... I-I'm sorry..." My stammering was indeed bogus. "What the devil you're doing here?" Anjali pretended vexation. "I-I thought the flat was vacant." "No, I believe you had an inkling that I would be here." Before I could reply, she added, "I think, I know why you came here." With an ear to ear grin—which Sonia could clearly see—she stood up from the bed, snatch the bathrobe laying out over the back of the couch and put it on. But she never bothered to fasten it up, therefore, the front of the robe left opened and for all practical purposes she remained naked. "It's very naughty...rather rude of you." She was again playing exactly according to the script. "I'll be in a minute," she told Sonia. She took me from my arm and strode me off the room, closing the door behind her. She flung her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. "What's up, Anji?" "Everything is fine," said she under her breath. "So far, so good." I cast her a quizzical look. "You like my present?" She asked. "Present! Oh yeah...It's an amazing surprise! But..." "No talk," she put her finger on my lips. "You'll soon join us. Wait here," She kissed my cheeks and walked back into the bedroom leaving the door slightly ajar. I could peep through the slit and hear. Anjali, with her bathrobe still wide open, went straight to Sonia. "I'm sorry Sonia," ironically her tone was not very apologetic. "It's fine. It's not your fault," "Nor was Ned's." Anjali replied. "He forgot that I would be using this place today. Well, that's what he says." "He knows you use this place?" Sonia looked taken aback. "Yeah, of course. He knew about us too," "Oh my God," exclaimed Sonia, clapping her mouth with the palm. "And he doesn't mind you doing all this... I mean having these affairs." Now let me remind you that in Sonia's view, and that's what she was told, we—Anjali and I—were husband and wife. She was downright clueless about our blood been related. "No. Why would he?" Anjali said matter-of-factly. "I already mentioned that we're very unconventional couple. He, actually, love me having my lesbian affairs." "You...you're so weird...both of you." "Sensual and passionate," said she with a pleasant grin, "'Highly inflammable' like you yourself are," She laughed and added, "You're not less horny than us. Do you remember our first meeting...? Your eyes could hardly get off from my boobs." Both girls laughed off. God bless my soul! What a smooth operator my sister was! She knew her games too well! Here, she was upturning Sonia's mood with small talk. "You were looking so stunningly sexy that night." Sonia said. "You know, I wasn't wearing a bra or a petticoat that evening?" Anjali said. "Oh my...!" Sonia's hand again moved to her mouth. "And I saw so much lust in your eyes and I recognized the potential in you. I knew you were easy game, a piece of cake." I saw Sonia blushed scarlet. "All this," Anjali continued, "was too much for my poor hubby. He could hardly drive with a massive hard-on. And you know he stripped me off right in the middle of our main door. I could barely manage up to our bedroom. That night we had sex of our lifetimes." She paused for a moment. "We both were screaming your name like breeding crows." "My name!" Sonia's eyes popped out of their sockets. "Yes. You'd an overwhelming effect on my hubby that night. He'd an exceptional hard-on. You know, I told you that, that he also fancies you and wanted to have you." She gave another pause. "Would you mind if I call him in...I mean since he is here now..." She left the sentence incomplete. "Oh, I see..." "No, you see nothing," My sister intervened in pleasant manner. "B-but... But Anji -" "You told me once," Anjali cut her in, "that you fancy him too and that you won't mind fucking him." "Yes, but I...I am not ready –" Anjali again didn't let her complete the sentence. "Oh come off it Sonia! You're all drenched up. Look, your pussy is dripping," said Anjali touching her quim. "Main ne tumhain kabhi etina geela nahien dekha. Pher...keya tum ussey pasand nahien kertien? I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU THAT WET. THEN...DON'T YOU LIKE HIM? Don't you fantasize him? I'm positive you do." She said in a pushy tone. "Okay, but..." Again poor Sonia was interrupted. "No arguments. You want him, I know. I'm calling him in, period." She spun around and moved towards the door. Ah, my ever dominating sister! I quickly stepped backwards. The door opened and I heard Anjali saying, "Come in Ned," My heart started pounding twice as fast from excitement under the ribs. Anjali took off her bathrobe, flung it on the same couch and tossed herself on the bed beside Sonia. "Please move here, dear," Anjali asked in a controlled voice me as I entered the room. "Ned, it was very rude of you. You really upset Sonia so much...you must apologize to her rather both of us." "Oh no, it's okay," said Sonia sheepishly. "No, let him," "I'm so sorry Sonia..." "No," Anjali cut in again, "Kiss our feet and apologize," She stretched out her foot towards me. I short a glimpse at her then took her foot and planted three kisses on it. Then I move towards Sonia, who still had her body covered with the bed-sheet. "Extend out your foot Sonia," Anjali bade her. "Well, you don't need this, anyway," She tugged the sheet off her so sudden and violently that Sonia was left defenseless. Oh blimey!! There was she—Sonia—starkers! She was selfsame to the figure I had personified in my mind. She was a stocky young woman with a brawny figure. Her tits were to my taste—well hung and watermelonish with equally large copper-brown nipples. Her arms, legs and thighs were fleshy and sexy. (I was unable to appreciate her quim as it was hidden between her clutched thighs.) Man! She was one sexy piece of work. My heart and my cock gave a jolt, the latter's inflatable nature had made its exhibitionistic tendencies too arrogant: anyone can observe it and I was sure Sonia had. Very timidly she extended her leg and I eagerly greeted it with kisses. "Now the other one," commanded my sister. Her command was my pleasure. "I'm so sorry that I upset you, Sonia," "It's okay...s-sir," muttered Sonia. Anjali was caressing Sonia's upper thigh. She then gentle pushed her leg to stretch open. "Let's show him what we've got between our legs," Sonia resisted, she further pressed her legs together. "It's fine Sonia... Don't be afraid...show him your asset," Anjali exerted little more pressure to spread her legs and was successful this time. Wow! It was indeed an asset. Her neat triangular puss turf was freshly shorn off. With the neatness it had been smoothened, it was patent that waxing has been employed there. My cock gave another twitch: now it was about to tear the inner garments it was imprisoned in. I wanted to get it released and pounce on that cute pussy and lick it dry. But I had to hold my horses; otherwise my rush might have put her off. It all ready was little too much for the poor maître d'. "Isn't she pretty?" Anjali asked meaningfully, patting her bald cunt. "It is... I mean you're marvellous Sonia; beyond my dreams." "Then show it," My sister prompted me. I leapt forward and kissed Sonia's chin...then her both cheeks and finally her blazing red lips. She didn't respond but nor did she resist. She seemed as though was mesmerized. I gently touched her tits. The moment my fingers felt her nipples, her body shrugged. "You've gorgeous titties, Sonia," said I, kissing again on her lips and this time got the reply. With both my hands engaged fondling with her plump boobs, I sat between her legs. As I was about to place a kiss on that glittering, exotic and charming pussy, Anjali yet again interrupted me. She wasn't perhaps in the mood of letting anyone operate freely that day. "Why don't you take these off first?" she tugged my shirt out of my trousers. "I know, you must be extremely uncomfortable down there," Much as I was irritated by her interceptions, I felt relieved to set my cock free—now throbbing like a vibrator. Anjali stood up along with me. I began unbuttoning my shirt while her hands got active in removing my trousers. Soon I stood there in my boxers with a massive pyramid in front of it. Sonia's eyes were awe-stricken to this blatant show of potency. "Ops! Wet spots!" Anjali exclaimed, "You seem greatly excited, rather burning with desire!" She caressed the bulge in my boxers. Then without warning she pulled them down and my huge erection popped out to its relief. Indeed I have an exceptional hard-on that moment. She very admiringly patted my cock; another drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip. She caught it with her finger and sucked it. "Yummy!" She turned around towards Sonia. "Mujhey patta hai keh tum ne bohat se cock dekhey aur leye huye hain...lakin imaan se Sonia, aisa zaberdust sex organ bhi kabhi dekha hai? I KNOW THAT YOU'VE SEEN AND TAKEN MANY COCKS BUT HONESTLY SONIA, HAVE YOU CAUGHT SIGHT OF SUCH A FABULOUS SEX ORGAN? Sonia turned brick red. "Aisey," Anjali continued without waiting for Sonia's reply, "cock ki tou pooja ki jani chahiye... Aur main tou kerti hoon. SUCH COCK SHOULD BE WORSHIPED... AND I DO IT." With this she took a few steps backwards and knelt down facing me and asked Sonia to move beside her; still spellbound, she obeyed her newly found girlfriend. Anjali clasped her hands in front of her chin as those Buddhist monks or Hindu Yogis or Indian classical dances do that you might have seen in the movies at least. She jerked her neck gesturing Sonia to follow-suit her. She bowed her head in reverence and Sonia imitated her friend. Then she leapt forward and warmly kissed the tip of my oozing stiff cock. "This perhaps the biggest and the best prick you'll ever take in your life, Sonia." She patted Sonia's naked back and said, "Move, and kiss your pussy invader." I stood there thunderstruck. I was blest how this girl beats me every time. I could hardly believe what my eyes were witnessing. Unbelievable! I've come across many various kinds of eccentric people but none could match the freaking kinkiness of my sister. She always had spectrum of tricks in her bag. She had imagination, whatsoever, and guts, of course. Anjali stood up and said, "Ok, tum douno enjoy kero main aati hoon. OKAY, YOU BOTH ENJOY, I'LL BE AROUND." "Keya aap jaa rehi hain? ARE YOU LEAVING? Sonia asked. "Pee," Anjali flashed her small finger, "Bari zoor ki aaie hai. FEELING GREAT PRESSURE. Then I have to arrange for food. I'm feeling hungry. Aren't you?" said Anjali properly fastening the bathrobe this time. Both of us didn't reply. "I want you to have my hubby's full attention." She strode quickly from the room. We were now alone in there. Sonia and I. Naked. Our hearts pulsating. Our libidos in inferno. All we need was to dive into the deep sea of passion and lust to pluck that little moment of delight which is second to none in this world. I gently kissed her forehead and move downwards smooching her every attraction till I reached her tits. I felt her body jolted the moment my tongue met her semi-hard nipples. As I mentioned above, I very much liked her big boobs and those large coppery nipples. I, therefore, took my time to allow myself all the pleasure I could get by sucking and licking those lovely tits. "Sonia," I unglued myself from her tits. "These are awesome! You've great boobs." She just looked into my eyes. I kissed her over the lips. "You've a stunning figure...just gorgeous!" "Thanks," said she faintly. "Are you fine?" I was concerned over her lack of enthusiasm. "Yes..." she was still barely audible. "You both...are so strange...so weird..." She was still in state of disbelief. "Are you not comfortable with it...I mean with me?" "Oh no," replied she hastily. "You're so handsome and kind..." "Do you really want to continue?" I wanted to be sure. "Oh yes, certainly." She affirmed strongly. "So, you want me to fuck you?" Her eyes blinked over the taboo word. "Bolo Sonia! SPEAK SONIA!" I took my hard-on in the hand. "Keya main iss ko under daal doun? SHALL I PUT IT IN?" Now I was showing my true colours. She took couple of steps forward and rested her hands over my shoulders and nodded with her neck and eyes. "Yes," she immediately stuck her lips to mine. We got engaged into a pleasurable round of deep French-kissing. I prompted her hand to hold my rigid manhood. My both hands were fervently caressing and squeezing her back, buttock and ass-cheeks. Our respective bodies began perspiring moister in anticipation. How eagerly I want to enter her love-hole, but at the same hand, I also wanted to savour the joys of her exquisite pussy by eating it. I sat her on the bed and gently spread her legs apart. Once again her quim was all visible to my eyes with all its splendour. "I haven't seen such a tempting cunt ever before, Sonia," With no further ado I got busy between her legs. My tongue, lips, and fingers all were in a frenzy of activity awarding her, as well as myself, delightful moments of ecstasy. Moaning with pleasure and bliss, she flung her body on the mattress. After stirring wave after wave of electrifying sensations that jolted our respective bodies continually, I realized that time had arrived to show Sonia the potentials and talents of my manhood by penetrating into her enticing and drenched-to-skin cunt. We readjusted on the bed. I pulled her legs up and bent them up to her breast stretching them wide apart. I was aware that this gave widest opening to a female to handle a large cock like mine with considerable ease. Moreover, to be honest, I love this posture as it exposes a pussy to the hilt. "Hold your legs out like this with your hands." I told Sonia. "This will help my dick enter with less hassle." The sight of her blatantly exposed cunt made my blood rush at full pelt. I rammed my cock straight into her love hole. "AAAhhhaaa..." her shriek ranted the quiet of the room. "A-aaram se sir... App ka bohat bara hai... E-EASY SIR... YOURS' IS TOO BIG..." "Sorry," though I didn't mean it at all. I was so aroused and horny by then that I wasn't in a mood of paying attention to anything but screwing the living daylights of this sexy cunt. I right away started pounding her pussy with a great zeal. My teeth roughly nipped her taut nipples. Sonia sobbed and howled with pleasure. I was concentrating hard not to erupt earlier than Sonia's explosion, which was not far away. As soon as she hit home, I was too pleased to release my pent up libido as well. She had allowed me to come inside her as she was on the pill. We both realized our respective climaxes going to town. We lay there on the bed, spent. I certainly needed more action to satisfy my carnal appetite. In fact we both wanted more, I gauged. After a little kissing and caressing, I asked her if she wanted another round of this most pleasure-giving treat. An affirmative nod from her made me say: "Then make it ready for action," I winked towards my semi erected cock. She took my flaccid fucking-tool into her large watery mouth. Oh man! what a cock sucker was she! She gave me the best blowjob of my life so far. Certainly she was much better skilled than Anjali or Sabeen in fellatio. While her mouth was busy with my dick, I popped in a finger into her cunt. "Oh yes... Bohat mezza aa raha hai... I'M ENJOYING IT... Oooohhhh... I love the way you doing eet... Yes, yeees... You're the best cock sucker, Sonia... Aaaahhh... Keep doin' eet... Deep...deeper..." I inserted another finger in her pussy hole. My cock was now fully rigid and hard; ready for any kind of penetration. On the other hand, Sonia's pussy had also begun secreting love fluids that is so vital for a female's libido. I asked her what her favourite position for love-making was. As we were about to move for her preferred doggy-style, Anjali entered through the closed door. Both of us gave a jolt. We, perhaps in the frenzy of our sexual pursuits, had forgotten Anjali being also around in the apartment. I, however, did not like her intrude at that moment. "Oh, you seemed not through yet," she said. "Don't you ever knock!" said I irritatingly. "Now, don't make your hackles rise." She said. "Don't you want me to join?" Sonia and I swop glances. We both were in no mood of threesome. As if she read the hesitation in our eyes, Anjali said, "I wanna ask you people, shall I order pizza?" We both nodded. "Yeah, yeah...it's ok," said I briskly. She turned with a jerk and tore out of the room. She didn't bother to shut the door behind. Unhappy with the invasion, we also were not pushed about it. We dismounted from the bed and Sonia bent down over the edge of the bed. Ah! how tempted was I to spank those two voluptuous orbs but it might be little too earlier in the relationship. I got down between Sonia's legs, stretched her ass-cheeks apart and plant an extensive kiss right over Sonia anus. She wasn't expecting that perhaps, thus her body reacted convulsively. Clutching her ass firmly, I thoroughly explored the anal and lower vaginal zones with my tongue and lips. "You've a beautiful asshole," said I. "Nahien, please, wahaan nahien kerna, PLEASE DON'T DO THERE NOW," She quickly covered her asshole with her hand. In the Waves of Passion Pt. 05 8 So readers, we—Anjali and I—were impelled apart at least for four months. She remained in Memphis with Nina Khala while I came back to Pakistan to attend to some pressing business matters. The days went by without much fun. Even though I carried on dating Sabeen, the time advanced sullen and sodden as absence of Anjali had withdrawn the facility of meeting together with considerable ease. I, however, once called Sonia and arranged an exclusive date with her spending tremendous time. Around three month following my return from the US, Aunt Nina flew into Pakistan. She had some official business in Turkey, from where she extended her trip to her homeland on a flying visit. Moreover, she was also needed here to work out my engagement with Sabeen. (It is a traditional norm in South Asia that boy's parents or elders and betters usually arrange and affix marriages and their related issues with the family of the girl). I, therefore, wanted Nina Khala to finalize my marriage arrangements with Sabeen's folks. The good news was that the outcome of the conversations between the two families was affirmative as Sabeen's parents had given their consent to our marriage. Our engagement was formally announced in a simple gathering in which Anji Khala and her husband participated as well. One Sunday morning, before my engagement took place, Nina Khala and I were just having a heart to heart talk. "Sabeen's rather pretty, Ned!" Aunt Nina asserted. "I must appreciate your choice," "Thanks Khala," "I liked her. She appears to be fun...of pleasant nature." She added after a pause, "I mean I believe she will easily blend into your wicked scheme of things." She winked at me. I responded her with laughter. After beating about the bush the subject got changed and I asked Khala about Ferriha. "She's perfectly fine." She carried on, "By the way, Ned, what have you done to her? She's all praise for you... She doesn't get tired admiring you... Jesus! Jus' one session and you got her on knees, making her your addict." "Two, not one," I cheered. "Oh, okay..." "May I ask you a question, Khala?" "Sure honey, shoot," She was in bright mood. "Why did you leave the room that day at your home when Ferriha and I were dancing?" "Ah that!" she shifted nervously in the chair. "Well...it was obvious, Ned," "But, I believe, you wanted it, didn't you?" She looked into my eyes and inhaled a breath longer than normal. I answered my own question, "You left 'cause of me... your nephew!" She nodded to what was more of a statement. "But, Khala, incest ran in our blood...a second nature to our family. Isn't it so? Why be so shy then?" "Remember," replied she, "I was your father's lover...who narrowly missed to be his wife." She gave a mischievous giggle. "And lover of so many others," As I saw her face frowning, I hastened to add, "Don't be offended Khala, it is a compliment. I mean look at you, how beautiful are you! How can anyone ignore such a stunning beauty, especially a young man like me?" "Are you making a pass at me, Ned?" asked she in a bright vein. I got emboldened from her lively tone. "Of course Khala, I am," "Sharm kero, BEHAVE YOURSELF," she threw a broad smile at me. I summoned all my audacity and said, "I badly want to further admire your enticing body Khala." "Yeah you do," said she shaking her head. "I'm your mother's sister, remember that. What if she was standing her, would you have said the same to her?" asked she, without a trace of asperity in her tone. "After watching her in those pictures, I've no qualms about fu...ah...making love to her." "Is it so?" Her eyes blinked quickly. "Ya like to fuck her?" She uttered the taboo word very calmly. "Certainly," I replied moving towards her. "But would she if she was alive, Khala?" "Well, as far as I know her, she wouldn't have resisted you." "Nor can I, mummy," I saw confusion appearing on her face faded into a broad grin in a split second. She understood that I wanted to role pay with her. And, she was all game, it appeared. "I want you mummy," "Oh my son getting horny," "Did you breastfed me, mummy?" asked I. "Yeah honey, I did. But why?" Her voice carried a touch of tenderness. "I want to drink your milk, mummy," "But mummy've left with no milk, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." "Then let me suck your lovely tits, mom," "How do you know they're lovely? You haven't seen them, I suppose?" "No, I have...in those pictures," "Oh yeah, why I keep slipping them," "Please let me see 'em, mummy," I pleaded. "I'm dying to touch them," Aunt Nina took a step forward and cuddled me tenderly. "So, my baby boy wants mummy to breastfeed him!" said she, kissing my lips softly. I silently nodded. By then my fuck-tool has turned fully alert and agile. Kissing both my cheeks, she rolled around and asked me to lower her shirt's zipper. She wore shalwar-kamiz. Turning her back, she lowered her kamiz to exhibit two ravishing pair of boobs. Much to my surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her age has left a least affect on her fairly large but as firm as that of a teenager's tits. She has, certainly, kept her body in immaculate shape. She held my chin with her hand and said, "Come to mummy, hon...and take my aging tits in your mouth. See, if you can extract some milk out of 'em." I grasped her left boob and took that 'yummy' thing into my mouth. Ah, it felt incredible to taste my khala's tit; the storming sensation stirring through me was simply amusing. In fact, it was for the first time that I was having sex with an elderly lady—a lady of my mother's age, my maternal Aunt. "Aaah, Ned darling...it's so nice...so damn cool... Oh my..." I ate her silken boobs like a child—gently, smoothly and eagerly. It was indeed a novel feeling to suck on 'motherly' tits. "Mummy, would ya strip yar shirt off for your son!" said I after a while. She complied, but didn't rush; leisurely she took off her shirt. She was topless now. "Give your mummy a kiss, dear," My erection was hurting now, as I leapt forward and our lips locked into a French kiss. Again, kissing was a whole new ball game, completely exceptional. My libido took an upturn; Nina Khala, by all means, was so far outstanding. My aching rigidity was rubbing into her crotch and thighs. "My poor boy's getting too excited," said she. "Mummy," I whispered in her ears, "I want to see the hole...from which I came into this world." After a pause I muttered, "I want to go back into it, I want to enter it," "Oh my! Oh my! You wanna enter me, Ned...want to fuck your own mother!" "Yeah mummy, I want to fuck your love 'ole... But I promise you'll not regret that," "I know dear, I won't," she sighed, "I've seen that monster's of yours," My hands, in the meanwhile, found her shalwar's string, azarbund, and plucked it open. Nina khala's shalwar dropped like a waterfall. There she was, my Khala, standing starkers! "Naughty boy, ya stripped your mummy naked..." "Shit!" I exclaimed in awe, "You're a stunner mom," "Ah Ned, you like mummy's old weary body," "Weary! No way. You've a knockout figure Khala...oh I mean mummy," She took me into her arms again. A few kisses down the face, she very calmly said, "Would ya mind unbuttoning your shirt?" In whirlwind manner I undid the shirt buttons and tore it off me. She beamed upon my urgency and said, "Take it easy hon... No one going nowhere," She gave a small break. "Be subtle, move slow, it brings finesse... Okay, mummy will teach ya all the new tricks," Kindly caressing the hump over my slacks, she said, "Now, we need to set the poor thin' free," She asked me to unfasten my slacks, and then pulled down the fly with her own hand. Taking her time, she drew my slacks down to the floor. My wet-spotted boxers had formed a spire like shape. Kneeling there, she craned her head and said, "I'm pleased with you darling, you've kept up with the family reputation," Perplexed expression appeared on my face. She elucidated, "I mean you're longer and thicker than your daddy." 'So,' I thought, 'she had inspected my cock with keen eyes back in Memphis.' She rested her cheek against my crotch and began fondling my buttocks and thighs. "May mummy take these down?" asked she tugging my pants. "Yes, mummy please," said I panting. She pulled them down taking her time. My hard-like-nut cock popped out and stood with its head craning upward. Aunt Nina, without gripping it, gently kissed the goo-covered dick head. With her hands sticking to my skin, she slowly stood up kissing every part of my torso that she met until she reached my face. Her steady and cool touches, tender kisses, warm breath and the scent of her body, together, were spreading a strange tingling sensation through me. Her French kiss was entirely a novel phenomenon for me. It wasn't one wild twirling of tongues; it was tender, warm and intimate; she was in control of the manoeuvres. Oh yes, she certainly has finesse, she has an artist in her. "Now," said she ungluing her mouth, "Go down and kiss my tits one by one, an' gently," I did what I was told. Then I retook the first nipple in my mouth and sucking it firmly but gradually, I popped the tit out. I repeated this on her other boob. "Oh! Eeitss beauteefal..." She heaved the exclamation with her eyes closed. "You're quite imaginative!" I continued tongue-cum-lips licking her boobs down to the belly and finally the tummy-button. "Oh yes! Oh yeass!!" She hissed; her cries were also soft and subdued. My head was reeling. Moreover, my heart gave a jar, as my hands, travelling down on her back, felt her glorious ass orbs. I gave them a slight squeeze. Indeed, Nina Khala was sumptuous! I moved my face in the same fashion upwards and ended up sucking those charming tits once again. "Oh Christ! Eits lovely, hon –" "Mummy!" I cut her in. "Yeah sweetie," "I want to enter you..." "Oh Yeah! Mummy wants you in too. "Let's move to your room," she led me to my bedroom. "Let me examine," said she sitting on the bed, "What my sonny want to enter mummy," She held my erection and rub it gently. "Oh my! I never knew that my own son is so well hung. You've such an impressive dick; I'm amazed!" At that very moment, a fat drop of pre-cum appeared on my dick's head. Nina Khala smiled and sucked in the blob. "My boy's too excited... Too anxious to get into mummy's hot cravin' pussy!" "Are you wet mummy?" asked I. "Check yourself," she opened her legs apart and led my palm rubbing against her twat. It was indeed damp rather soaking in its own secretions. "You're drenching mom. You're as ready as I am. Your pussy greatly wants to get my man-meet." I jabbered in one breath. "Oh yes, your mom's too eager to get it in her," she grabbed my cock firmly. "Stuck it in... Don't make delay...stab yar hard cock into mummy's..." said she throwing her composure to the wind. But I held my horses and teased, "How wicked of you mummy, you want your own son to penetrate your cunt with his cock?" "Yeah, I'm one fucking evil mother... Now would you put that damn thing into my burning pussy," she snarled irksomely. Certainly, I was also getting overexcited. I thought it was time to invade her cunt and conquer it. Aunt Nina lay down on her back with her legs wide and stretched. She prompted me, "Come to mummy...and...put yar cock in the 'ole you were hatched from... Gently," I settled between her inviting legs, and as she bent them backwards, I rammed my throbbing cock into her well lubricated love hole. My well-trained dick got its way, and later rhythm, with considerable ease. Fuck! I was screwing my khala, my aunt... I have taken her! She grasped my butts, and guided and controlled my every action. Well readers! that was one hell of a ride. Fucking an elderly and experienced women is a different ball game altogether. I definitely had discovered new tricks that day. It was then an aphorism dawned upon me: Learning is a never ending process; every breath taken in adds new and unseen colours to the large canvas of your experience. -=*=- The Continental Air's Boing landed late afternoon at Memphis on April 27—a date I remember so very well. I have returned to the US to marry my sweetheart, my love, my sister—Anjali, exactly five months and 18 days after two of us have been parted. Aunt Nina took me home and to my amazement, I found Manju Khala there as well. Nina Khala told me that Aunt Manju had come over to attend my marriage. She was as excited as anyone else was there by the forthcoming wedding. I was astounded to observe the euphoria stirring in the air regarding this marriage between us two siblings. Wow, very bizarre! I asked Nina Khala where Anjali was as I could not find her there. "She's not here," was her brief reply. "Settle yourself down honey, and I'll bring you up to date." "Settle down! I'm dead beat, Khala. All I want is to be asleep. I'll appreciate, if you fill me in now, please," "Ok, I'll be in a minute," On her return, she told me that Anjali was with Ferriha and Shalizeh (Ferriha's cousin) and that she will stay there till our wedding. "And that [wedding] will go off on May 6." She added. "May 6!" I howled, "Another nine days...! Why the devil so long?" Aunt Manju sharply turned her face in my direction. "Well, everyone decided that," Replied Nina Khala calmly. I am sure that I must have worn fuck-them-all expression on my face because Aunt Manju burst out laughter the moment she observed the change on my face. "I told you," Manju Khala expressed, "He'd never going to like that. He's desperate Nina, and rightly so." Aunt Manju's remarks made my feelings soar; I wonder why. "It's being five and a half months, Khala," "Now, give it a rest, Ned," Nina Khala cut in, "It's just nine days... And I promise you won't be sorry." She quickly added, "As you once promised me, remember?" Oh yeah, I remembered that too well. I said those words before screwing her back in Pakistan. I threw her a glance to see an ear to ear beam playing on her sweet face. What could have I done? Nothing. My aunts further told me that on sixth of the next month there would be a reception at a local hotel in the evening where Anjali and I will exchange wedding bands or -rings, and later we will be taken back to Nina Khala's house. Both my aunts will vacate the house, moving to their friend's place for three days and then we will set out for our honeymoon, the plan for which was yet to be finalised. -=*=- Perhaps never in my life time passed by so slow. It trickled at such a snail pace as if all the clocks of the world had exhausted their batteries. It is very strange, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. In my case it had done bang opposite: conspiringly slowed down. The endurance of waiting is indeed a curse, I understood it only then. At long last, sixth day of May arrived. There was an overwhelming feeling of anticipation in the air that day. Much as I have retired earlier last night, I could hardly shut my eyes because of those waves of passion. The wedding reception was at 6 pm, and Nina khala wanted me to be ready by quarter to five; (the hotel where the function to be held was nearly 45-minute drive away). I remained busy, as the day crept along, in preparing myself for the event of my life. Manju khala had left early morning to assist Ferriha and Shalizeh getting the bride ready. At three in the afternoon, Maziar and Laura arrived. They were responsible to bedeck the bedroom for the bride and groom. Nina Khala and Maziar helped me dressing up while Laura remained busy in my room. I was all set by the deadline. I wore a formal tuxedo and a bowtie over a spotless white shirt. And I knew I was looking dishy. All three present expressed their acclamation. "Oh My...Navin... You're dressed to kill...Smashing Bond!" Laura said cheerfully. "O yeah, you're lookin' great, Ned." said Nina Khala, who herself was looking graceful in the elegant outfit she wore. "Just great!" exclaimed Laura, "Hey man, he's gonna wet many undies today." She winked at me and Maziar had a good laugh. "Shut it, Laurie," said Aunt Nina pretentiously. "It's time to move, Naveen," Then she ask the couple, "How much more time you need?" "Max fifteen minutes," Laura replied. "Don't be late for the celebration." "We'll be there by 6:30, Inshallah." Maziar said. "Be sure," said Aunt Nina who held my arm and hurried out of the house. Wow! There was it, the first surprise of the day: A long white limousine stood there, looking cyclopean. Before I could express my amazement, the chauffeur opened the limo's door for the groom and his Aunt, and we boarded the vehicle. According to the plans, as I was told, Anjali and I were to wait separately in the hotel and at 6:30 sharp to enter the reception hall from different entrances. I was to be escorted by Nina Khala followed by Laura, Lewis and his wife, Madelyn (Madelyn was Lewis' step sister), whereas Anjali would walk in with Aunt Manju, Ferriha, Shalizeh and Maziar. Our appearance was delayed by about ten minutes as Maziar and Laura have been late. A fair many guests were present at the ceremony. Of course, no one, except Aunt Nina's inner circle, knew about Anjali and my relationship. (All outsiders were told that Anjali was my cousin, an orphan who had no sibling and was all alone.) We both reached the centre of the hall from opposite doors chaperoned by our Aunts, and accompanied by a small entourage of friends. I was just knocked out to see my sister for the first time in those six months. Anjali had transformed ('improved' seems to be a better word) beyond all recognition: I wasn't sure, was it her makeup or her outfit or she'd done something to her or it was because of the widespread aura of highly charged atmosphere. She wore a traditional Pakistani wedding dress—a gharara suit [gharara is extremely loose and heavily clothed skirt like attire, not in vogue now-a-days in Pakistan save for wedding dress—SE] in nonconventional colours of orange and green—and jewellery. She appeared if goddess Venus has landed on the earth. Her face glimmered and eyes alighted with exhilaration. A beam of happiness paraded all over our respective faces. Ah, how greatly I wanted to have this beauty and same could I say, for sure, of my sister. It wasn't lust alone; the magnetic streaks of affection and love were overwhelming on both sides. An ocean of deep love was on the uproar within me. A litter later we exchanged wedding-rings (or –bands) and self-proclaimed us as husband and wife. As the party concluded, the limousine took us back home; Ferriha and Laura were accompanying us. We later came to know that we both were supposed to ride the limo back home alone but both our Aunts revised the plan at the eleventh hour after observing the amount of lust in our eyes suspecting us not to be able to restrain from fucking our brain out right on our way home. Once we hit the road, Anjali and I, ignoring the two 'flies in the ointment', grabbed each other and as though a magnetic force propelled our lips forward to collide, perhaps, in a kiss of life. "Hey buddies," Ferriha yelled, "Don't get carried away," "Yeap. No funny business, bothaya... Remember!" Laura added. We both were least concerned about them, but we did realize that we could not cross a certain line. We, therefore, after some extensive pleasure-giving moments broke away, very unwillingly, the most sensational French-kiss ever. "Jeez, Ferriha!" Laura exclaimed, "Look at them... That was some display,"