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My Autography Ch. 01

By: nadiaalam



CHAPTER 1

My name is Nadia and now I am 38 years old. I was born in an upper middle class household of Lahore, Pakistan. My father, may he rest in peace, was an Air Force officer and my mother was a housewife. Both of them were extremely beautiful in their own right and did have an excellent personality and an excellent aesthetic sense. It was reflected both in their dress, the décor of our house and the classy parties they threw. I have two brothers, both younger to me and one sister, who is elder to me. The frequent postings and movement of my father from one corner, of my country, to another did not do any good to my academics but all my other siblings did well. It, however, gave me a good exposure to elitist environments, prevalent in the forces. 

As far as I remember, my parents, here I would call them M and S here, were very unorthodox types. They were married after a turbulent love affair and they were very open in the expression of love to each other. Many times, we siblings, saw them embracing and kissing each other. My earliest memories tell me that our house, regardless of the station of posting of my father, was always a hotbed of social activity. My parents had lot of friends and they all were frequent visitors to our place. Lots of parties and late night sittings, to which we were no part, were common in our house. Then we also learnt that both of my parents were drinkers and although we were not allowed to do so, they never tried to hide this from their children. They both were very good parents and did bring us all the care and love. They groomed us and taught us to be like them. I am very grateful to them for all they did to make me what I am now.

I remember, when I first had the menstrual bleeding, my mother took time to make me understand the facts of life. She continued these lessons as I grew up. She told me about sex, very openly and told me to enjoy it to the fullest. She was also very objective as far as the dos and don'ts were considered and the crux of these lessons was, "not to be embarrassed of your sexuality and enjoy it to the fullest". At the same time she told me that in our society, this is not a commonly shared belief and one should never get into a situation that brings bad name to oneself, and more importantly, the family. When I started developing breasts, she was quick in telling me to take care of them. My elder sister, Najia, who was three years my senior, also passed her knowledge to me readily. She was definitely more advanced than me in knowledge. 

It was during these days, when I was growing up, I came to realize about the beauty of my mother. She had large breasts and well shaped behind. Rest of her was trim and tall. In those budding years, I and my sister used to envy her. We also realized that our mother was not very interested in hiding these traits from others while she was at home and even during the frequently thrown parties, she never tried to subdue her assets. Our father was always very appreciative of her looks and dresses.

My father, may he rest in peace, was a high flying officer, in every sense of the expression. He was smart, both physically and mentally. He was a very loving person and took all possible measures to give us what we wanted. He was not the type of person to discriminate his kids on the basis of gender, but we sisters were his favorites. During my budding years, I realized that he had distanced himself a bit from me and my sister. When we used to quiz him as to why this was happening, his answer was always a smile and denial. He used to say that when the time will come we would understand. Mother explained to us that our growing sexuality was the factor and since we were doing well in this department, our father was distancing himself from us. She told us that it was not that he did not love us anymore, but it was because first-blood relatives were supposed to keep some physical distance between themselves. She also mentioned that sexuality is a phenomenon that is liked by all and these social and religious bindings are there everywhere.

As me and my sister grew up, we were told firmly by our mother, that in the event of a party at the house, we should not try to peek around or get comfy with the guests. She told us that at the right time, we will be told what we needed to know. Although, this advice, was followed by both me and my sisters in letter and spirit but we use to listen lots of laughter, clinking of glasses and occasional shrieks from the female guests. Both of us used to wonder a lot about it but never tried to transgress the advice given by our mom. 

Our younger brothers, Nasir and Nadeem, were still kids who were too gung ho to bother about anything other than their favorite pastime that was sports. They were both athletic and tall. Our father was a bit stricter towards them and particularly when it came to their studies. 

When my sister was about to turn 18, mom took her to shopping and when they came back, my sister was a bit lost. When I asked, I was snowballed casually. I noticed that she was acting a bit strange and when the day of birth drew nearer, she was getting more wound up. When I confronted her a bit more solidly, she told me to wait till I myself turn 18. On her birthday, there was a huge party thrown and unlike other parties, where kids were not a party, this one did include all us siblings and our friends from the base. When my sister cut the cake, she chose to feed the first cut to our father. After the cake and food, the party again was turned into an all-adult affair and all those younger, me included, were shooed away. The party, however, did not last long and soon it became a very quiet house. Najia did not join me that night and I wondered where she has gone. I slept fitfully that night. 

I woke up very late and when I went downstairs to the dining room, I found all my family sitting there barring Najia and dad. When I asked mom, she told me that dad and Najia have gone on a trip to Muree, a hill station, and it was a gift from the side of dad on her turning to 18. After the breakfast, my mom, took me aside and told me that she knew that I was confused and perplexed. I was told that I should not worry and it was all something good that will be known to me in due course of time. She also told me to keep my mouth closed, if I observed something changed and different, and not to discuss anything with the younger brothers and also no one from outside the family. This little lecture made me more confused and curious. I anxiously waited for the return of my sis and dad. 

They returned after three days and both of them did act differently. No longer was my father distancing himself from her and I was starting to feel jealous with my own sister. The more warmer their relationship became, more colder I became towards them. Conversely, her behavior towards me became more loving. She took my coolness very maturely and never got agitated when I did something childish. She became more like my mother, both in behavior and appearance.

Immediately after their return, she was given a separate bedroom and this infuriated me a lot. When I confronted my mother with this, she told me that it was just to give Najia more living space. Najia's room was not an out of bound place for me but she, at times, did guard her privacy rather severely. Her room now had more luxuries and her wardrobe multiplied each passing day. Dad showered her with gifts and sometimes her gifts were outmatching those given to my mom. Najia, now, was a partner to both mom and dad in most of the activities less the parties. She, however, threw her own parties, inviting her friends to them. I noticed that her parties were also similar to those thrown by mom and dad except for the age group.

Najia's closeness to our father took me very close to my mom. I noticed that mom's social activities are on the increase and she was spending more time out. She was also acting a bit different. We spent long hours chatting with each other. She told me about the love affair of her with dad and was very open with it. She told me that they were neighbors and their affair started when dad joined Air Force. She told me that she lost her virginity to dad and after that there was no turning back. She also mentioned, in rather vague terms, that dad introduced her to the breaking of taboos and she was not at all repentant about anything.

After two years, Najia was engaged to a distant maternal cousin. Her fiancé, Shahid, was living abroad and was 5 years her senior. He had just started on with a career and was very handsome. The engagement ceremony was a fun-and-frolic affair with lots of guests both local and foreign. Najia looked stunning in her dress. While dressing her up, I came to realize that she had indeed turned more beautiful with her age. The transformation from a minor to an adult had made her curvier and she was simply great. I started to envy her.

Her marriage was planned in vicinity of my 18th birthday and it resulted in me and her spending lot of time together in shopping. A month prior to my birthday, while we were out for shopping, she took me to a fancy restaurant. That lunch was a surprise and after that I understood everything. On that afternoon, many mysteries were unraveled in front of me. It is not at all difficult to recall the conversation that took place 20 years ago and it went on like this: -

HerNado (my nickname), you know I am both happy and sad that I am getting married. 

MeYes, I can guess.

HerNo Nado, you cannot even think about my reasoning. 

MeWhy? It's a simple phenomenon. You are happy because you are getting married to a very handsome and rich guy. You are sad because you will be going far away and will miss us all.

HerYou are wrong and right at the same time. You are right he is handsome and rich but that is not the reason why I am happy. Yes, you are also right that I feel sad because I will be going to states with him but I am not going to miss all my family equally. I will be missing dad more than anyone.

MeYou see, my reasoning was more right than wrong. Its not different from what you say.

HerNo it's different. Let me be more specific. He is handsome but he is no match to dad. His being rich is no attraction to me.

MeWhat dad's looks got to do anything with him? Dad is our father and Shahid Bhai will be your husband. I hope you know the difference.

HerBoth of them are men and I know one but not the other, that is what bothering me. Oh! I love dad so much, how will I live without him?

Me Najia, it's not only you who love daddy. We all love daddy and I am sure he loves us all too.

HerYes, I know you love him too, as do Nasir and Nadeem. I am talking about the love that is like between mom and dad. 

MeWhat? How can your love with dad be like the love between mom and him?

HerOh yes! My love with him is definitely different than the love that is their between him and mom. Ours is more mazedar (delicious).

MeWhat do you mean, mazedar, is it something to eat?

HerHa ha, it is, sometime. He is delicious.

Look Nado, my love with dad is like the love of mom and dad but it's more exhilarating as it is something which is taboo.

MeTaboo? How can love between father and daughter be taboo?

HerWhen fatherly love becomes ---------------------------physical, it is taboo, isn't it?

MeWhat? What the hell you are talking about? Obviously he seems to be touching you more, but ----------------------, I don't get it.

HerNado, lets go, I will tell you when we go back home.

We completed our shopping and headed home. I was playing and replaying our conversation. I was now thinking that my sister was having some sort of crush on my father and most of it might be her imagination. While she was driving us back to home, she started talking and it was good that she was driving, otherwise I would have definitely crashed the vehicle. She told me that a month prior to her 18th birthday, mom took her shopping. While shopping, mom took Najia to various stores and bought her lots of things that included dresses, shoes, jewelry and cosmetics. Their last stop became a famous and classy lingerie shop where mom chose most of her outfits. Those were indeed very sexy, not to mention their cost, which was exuberant. While trying those items, Najia asked mom as to why were these items being given so special attention. The answer took Najia completely by surprise as mom told her that it's what papa wanted. Her sudden burst of curies was cut of by mom and she was told to be patient. 

After a complete array of sexiest possible lingerie was purchased mom took her to a Fast Food joint that was famous for its private booths. There, she started by telling Najia that their family was a very special family that placed love at the top. She then told her that a very important dimension to love was the physical one. She continued and told my sister that ever since Najia and I started budding into puberty, it was becoming increasingly difficult for dad to hold himself away from us. When, out of sheer love, he used to hold us, our growing bodies made him, unintentionally though, lusty. He tried to control himself by getting more into drinking and, for a short period into drugs like hash and marijuana. When mom discovered this, she knew how dangerous, and even fatal, drugs could be to a fighter pilot. When she confronted dad, he told her the cause, albeit after lot of resistance. Mom said that the well being and happiness of her husband was very important to her. Further, this talk did not repulse her into an extreme reaction. Definitely, mom did show some reaction, but her reaction was controlled and with sheer dedication and tact she got dad out of his potentially fatal affliction of drugs and over-boozing. 

Dad's confession about him being attracted towards his own daughters brought even closer to mom. For two years, off an on, they discussed this topic and amazingly, this discussion made their lovemaking more intense. They even got into role playing (here Najia explained me about this term, that was new to me), and enjoyed it a lot. Mom told Najia, that this shopping out was planned by mom and dad with intentions of telling Najia too think about it for a month. She was told to keep the decision to herself till her birthday.    

When her fantastic narration reached this point, we reached home and I was too stunned to notice this. Najia took me to her bedroom and told me to wait and she went outside. I was in a state of shock and too many conflicting questions were popping into my mind. I never knew when Najia came back and was brought to the senses when she presented me a can of non-alcoholic beer. She herself was holding an unopened bottle of wine. She placed it on her dresser and went to washroom. When she came back she was wearing a gown. I had already finished my drink and she opened her bottle of wine as she started off again, "you remember, on my birthday, I presented the first piece of cake to dad. It was my way of saying yes. Later when the kids were sent packing, the party of adults soon started consuming all sorts of wines. I had my first taste of booze in that very party. 

"The party continued for a short time and when the guests were seen off, me, mom and dad sat drinking together. There, I was asked specifically about my decision and I responded by hugging dad with all my love and passion. At that point, mom cut us off and said that we will have ample time to get physical and it was time that rules of the game should be laid. She had obviously planned this very thoughtfully. She told me and dad that all this amounted to breaking of lots of taboos and it was best that it should be kept a closely guarded secret. No one, and absolutely no one, was to know about it. She also told dad, somewhat mockingly, that she was not jealous unless he acted chivalrous in the same manner when the time came. She told me about the three days holiday with dad at Muree and also told me that all my needs for the trip are packed in the car. I and dad soon departed, but only after he kissed and fondled mom, vocally expressing his thanks to her for all this. We literally departed from home like honeymooners. All through the journey, not much was spoken I laid my head on dad's shoulder. A very nice and isolated cottage, owned by a family friend, was where dad took me. 

I sat there listening to my sister and was too stunned to say anything. She continued her tale and told me that they both, more importantly dad, knew that they had complete three days and he did not hurry Najia up, like a teenager, into sex. He obviously knew not to force himself on my sister in a hurry. And she realized it now that if he had done it even a bit immaturely, despite all her willingness, the matter would have fouled up. In the cottage Najia had, at least initially, a separate room. She unpacked her luggage and found all the shopping from that particular trip with mom. She took a long and refreshing bath and changed into a very nice dress. Dad, dressed immaculately, was waiting for her in the lounge. Then they went for a dinner and talked a lot. He told her to again think about her decision and she replied by telling him that she loved him so much that nothing mattered.

She continued, "On the drive back to cottage, dad told me to drive. While I drove, he stared at me like a man possessed. He also caressed my upper arms, my neck and my hairs. He told me that I looked so beautiful. All this talk and touches was making me strangely woozy. Finally we reached the cottage and he told me to prepare coffee. We took our coffee on a terrace that was affording us a very romantic view. During coffee, dad suggested me to dress into something good and wait for him in my room. After the session he kissed me lightly on my lips and left for his room. 

"I also went to my room and opened my stuff, trying to think what I should wear. Finally I gave up and waited for dad in the same dress that I was wearing. When he came, wearing a gown, I told him to tell me what he would like me to dress into. He laughed and told me to wear a Sari and I did as I was told. When I came out dressed into the sari, it was dark in the room except for the light of a lamp. In this low light, I saw him gazing at me with lust. The sari was crimson and the blouse was sleeveless with a plunging neckline. He held me in his arms and kissed me passionately on my lips. I had seen lots of kissing, between him and mom, but it was an exhilarating experience for me. It came naturally to me and I started kissing him back. He caressed my naked arms and my back. My boobs were pressing hard into his chest and my arms were around his back. His palms then started traveling sideward and soon those were touching my breasts from the sides. His kiss and touch was doing funny things with me and soon I was short of breath. He started unwinding my sari and I was left in my petticoat and blouse. He embraced me again and while kissing, groped my buttocks. His touch sent shivers of excitement through my body and I held him tightly. 

At this point, I told Najia to give me a break and also a drink. She told me that I should wait for a month more for alcohol and instead brought me another beer. She resumed her narration, "he then made me sit on the bed and knelt on his knees in front of me. He disengaged from my lips and descended downward, kissing me on my neck with occasional nips with his teeth. I was drenching wet by this time and it was all a new but amazing sensation for me. He then went down further and kissed my cleavage, which thanks to mom's choice, was generously visible and amply available to his lips. His kiss there, started, what I know now, was my first orgasm. When I came back to earth, he was smiling and then went on to ask me again whether I want him to continue or not? My reply was silent but bold; I undid his robe, and there he was, in his briefs, tented obscenely forward. He then started undoing my blouse clasps, one by one and soon I was in my new bra, which I remember very much to be black. The color beautifully contrasted with my fair skin and dad remarked something to the same effect. He then, somewhat hurriedly, undid the clasp of my bra and my boobs were there, all exposed for him. He was losing control as he attacked my boobs with hungry kisses and when he took my nipple into mouth, I shrieked with joy. He told me that I can cry and shriek as loud as I wanted as no one was there to listen. He kept on sucking my tits, alternating his attention from left to right and soon brought me to my second climax.


My Autography Ch. 02



The party was going at full bloom and it was difficult to listen to anyone in the ensuing noise of the party crowd. Mom and dad were beaming to the guests as we kids were having a great time with our friends. It was my first time that I was attending 'their' party. I was amazed to see the various ways people were dressed up. Nice and decent friends of my parents were dressed rather provocatively. To add to my amazement, everyone commented upon everyone, some did this in a blatant and obscene manner. 

I remember one of my dad's colleague commenting about the goodness of my mom's body by saying something peculiar about her fairly exposed and prominent tits. Dad just laughed it out by saying, "------but the knockers of your wife are great too, a bit of sag is what is normal at her age". It was only when mom chided them and reminded them about the presence of the kids that they shut themselves up. 

The party was on my birthday and I was dressed for the occasion, though not outrageously like the adults in the party, but still my white dress was sexy. It clung to my body and accentuated my good enough curves. My neckline was a bit deeper than what I usually had in my dresses. 

Najia too was wearing a dress that was a combination of western and eastern culture. A sleeveless shalwar kamiz (shirt and baggy trouser), which showed her ample cleavage. Her dress clung to her well rounded curves. She was being treated like a queen in the party and even my father's friends and bosses were ogling at her. She was beaming with pride as a result of all this attention that she was getting.

Soon the time came when I cut the cake. As I blew out eighteen candles, one by one, I was thinking fast. "Is my decision right?", "How would my family react to it?" What would they think of me? "

I blew out the candles; I cut the cake with my hands shaking. I got hold of a small piece and held it, a bit too long, and then turned towards mom. I offered her the cake and everyone clapped again. I looked in her eyes and saw a look of extreme amazement. Then I looked towards dad he was looking like a fighter pilot returning from a grueling mission. I looked towards Najia; she was smiling while a big boss of my dad was having an arm around her lower back, rather on the side of her hips. 

The dinner started and everyone had his share, with lots of wine. Najia was not left alone by my dad's boss even for a minute. He made sure he touched her whenever he got even half a chance. 

I saw dad drinking more and more and I was perplexed and thought again about my decision. Then I smiled over some thoughts and went to him. He was holding a drink in his hand and was looking lost. As I approached him, he looked towards me with questions in his eyes. 

"Dad, I love you and I love everyone else in my family. Tonight is not the end of life." I said to him.

"Oh! Nado, that's no problem. I and your mom has always believed on the freedom of choice, and now how can I object upon your choice." he replied while offering me a drink.

I took the drink and wanted to continue the conversation but the same friend of dad, who had earlier commented about mom's bosom, walked towards us. 

"Your daughter sure has grown up." he said to my dad while looked at me lecherously.

"Not the way your daughters have." dad said, in a rather funny tone.

I excused myself and walked towards mom who was standing with few of her friends. When I got near her, she introduced me to her friends. I mingled with them and enjoyed their gossip. I looked around to find Najia but she was nowhere to be found.

I excused myself as the wine had straight away hit my bladder. As I went upstairs towards my room, while passing by Najia's room, I heard some strange noises. I moved closer, I heard Najia moaning and got worried. I got near her door and opened it slowly. What I saw was both baffling and erotic for me: My sister was riding on my dad's boss's face and she was totally nude. Although I opened the door with care, she was able to take note of me and she smiled. I closed the door and hurried to my room.

There while sitting on toilet, I thought about my family. Incest was on, so was my sis fucking my dad's boss. My head started spinning and perhaps I dozed off on the toilet. I woke up with someone tapping on my shoulder. As I opened my eyes, I saw my sis standing over me, adjusting her clothes. I was able to make out that she was not wearing her bra and her nipples were clearly indented through her shirt. I got up and went out of toilet with her.

"Baji (elder sis), what the hell is this, why the dad's boss?" I asked her.

"It was dad's wish, otherwise he is too old for my tastes." Najia replied, while straightening her dress.

"What! Dad asked you to fuck his boss, why on earth, for god sake?"

"You know Nado, dad is in the promotion zone. Why should I not help him rise, after all he has done a lot for all of us," said my sis with a smile while adding, "Come on lets go downstairs, guests must be leaving and we must see them off."

As we both headed down, we saw guests leaving. Mom and dad were seeing them off. Dad's boss was also there, he said thanks many times to dad and mom. Dad looked a bit out of his true self and I don't know what the reason was; offering one of his daughters to his boss or missing the opportunity to take the cherry of his second daughter.

When all the guests left, mom sent our younger brothers to their room. I, Najia, mom and dad were left there. No words were spoken for quite a long as we all sat in the drawing room. 

"Nado, you surprised us all. We were not expecting you to be so unconventional." Said dad.

"Dad, I am confused. I don't know whether my decision is right or wrong. I just fancy mom, she has been so accommodative in our family." I replied as I snuggled closer to mom.

"Nado, I love you. It's not only that I have been accommodative. The things we are doing, within the family and out, have given me lots of pleasure and joy." Mom replied as she put an arm around my shoulder.

Mom took me in her arms and kissed my cheeks and forehead repeatedly. When she separated herself from me, I could see tears in her eyes. She addressed dad and said, "Looks like that she is different from her sis."

"Yes, she indeed gave me a shock of my life." replied dad. He moved forward and kissed me on my cheek, just a fatherly peck. After kissing me lightly, he leaned forward and kissed mom passionately on her lips, inches away from my face. It was something very erotic, seeing him kiss mom at very close range.

"Darling, it's because of you that we all are enjoying, I was so close to getting addicted and wasted when you came to rescue me." He said to mom.

After having some more chit chat, while dad kept on kissing mom, Najia seemed to have had enough of watching, "I think we have wasted quite a bit of time. Let move on. Dad, don't worry you will have enough of both of them after I get married."

Even on that day, when I was myself poised to enter into incest, Najia's comment made me blush. Dad got up after listening her but not before he kissed me, a bit more passionately before they left. I could felt his tongue touching my lips for a few moments and then he was gone with my sister.

Mom and I followed them upstairs. We saw them getting into Najia's room and the door was closed behind them. Mom looked at me and smiled as she must and have seen a look of mile bewilderment on my face. Then we went to the master bedroom. Mom told me to make myself comfortable while she went to washroom. I sat there waiting with anxiety, waiting with a fear of unknown. I heard water splashing in mom's shower and suddenly I myself felt dirty. I decided to change into something comfortable and so I left for my own room. 

While on my way to my room, I passed Najia's room and heard all too familiar moaning and humping voices. I held myself with an extreme effort from having a peek at my sis and dad. On reaching my room, I hit the shower, had it quickly and changed into my sleeping dress. Nothing too flashy, just simple shalwar kamiz, that was loose to allow me comfort. Without drying my hairs, I proceeded to mom's room. Najia's room, as before, was emanating sounds of love. 

As I opened the door of mom's room, I found it dimly lit and reverberating with light music that felt good to my ears. I found mom lying on the bed under her covers. I halted for a long moment at the door with lots of questions simmering in my head.

"Oh! You went to shower and change. I thought that you have changed your mind."

"Mom, I took the decision after a lot of thinking, I won't change my mind." I said while standing in the doorway.

"Then why are you standing there? Come here, we have a lot to talk." She beckoned me to her bed.

I took few steps needed; she got to a side while lifting the bedcovers as I sat on a side of bed, still with my feet on the floor.

"Are you gonna run, it seems you have lot of questions in your mind," she said while patting me on my back.

Her touch sent shivers down my spine. I slowly lifted one, and then the other foot, and lied on her side, still managing some space between us. She brought one of her hand and touched my forehead and then took it to my head and started caressing my scalp. Her touch was both electrifying and soothing at the same time. 

"I know! Your mind is having a whole bunch of curies squirming. Just don't bother. No one is allowed to force one's will in this house. Everyone is free to do what he feels like, but if it involves someone else, then the consent is must." She said while she ran her fingers through my scalp and her touch was relaxing me.

"Nadia, if you don't want to follow on the footsteps of your sister, or for that matter, if you don't like the ways that we follow in our lives, you are free to live as you feel like. No one will force anything on you." she continued while gently playing with my hairs.

"Mom, its not that--------, that I don't like you,----------------- or anyone else way in the house. It's just that I don't know much about the reasons. Mom, I love you, and all my family and I very much hope that I would also enjoy like you all do, but I want to know certain things." I replied while extending my hand to her's and holding it.

"Nado, ask what you want. I am all ears." mom said while she took my hand in her's and place it over her chest, after passing it behind her neck.

"Mom, I saw Najo-------------------, with Mr __________________ (name not needed), -----------------------------, you know, dad's boss. Errr-----------, she was having ------------------------------------ sex with him. She then told me that she was doing it because of dad's wish." I was feeling very hard to frame my speech. 

Mom shifted her position and turned towards me while lifting herself on her elbows. I was able to have a glimpse that she was wearing a light gown. As she lifted, I was benefited by a close up view of her ample cleavage.

She then placed her cheek on my shoulder and said, "Nado, what your sis did, was with her own free choice. You know, your dad is in promotion zone. Your dad's boss had an eye on Najo for a long time but we avoided. Najo, however, came to know of it somehow and was all willing to help your dad. So it happened. And by the way, it was just fucking. Your dad had fucked his boss's family a lot of time." Mom was whispering all this in my ear as her warm breath breezed lightly over my neck. 

"You know Nado, when I and your dad got married; we were just like ordinary newlyweds, just a bit more communicative and kinky. It all started when we were posted to Peshawar, back in 70's, and I felt that your dad is a bit lost for a couple of days. He was trying to avoid me. I confronted him and he revealed that the base commander's wife was after him. He was a real stud and that particular lady was nothing but a painted tart. He told me that she has threatened him that if he did not comply with her wishes, she would get him grounded. For your dad, flying was a passion just as I was." She kept on saying and now she was again lying on her back and my hand was back on her chest. 

"He had initially refused the lady, but was very perturbed over the whole issue as he was expecting to get grounded. I was also shocked but loved him so much that I told him that he should fuck that bitch, if that's what she wanted. After all, I told him, that it was just fucking, not love." With lot of tentativeness, I started exploring her bosom, and she responded by bringing her arm to my thigh. 

"He did fuck her, and did it throughout our stay at the base. We made our rules and stuck to them. He would always tell me about the 'dates'. He would also relive all the details of fucking that bitch."

"The lady was very horny and was addicted to all forms of sex. She revealed that her hubby was a homosexual and was infatuated with a couple of tough looking guys and he would get his ass fucked like a mad man. The lady felt neglected. Your dad told me that she was fond of blowjobs and felt good when degraded in bed. She liked her ass fucked in a rough manner." By this time we both were actively exploring each other. My shalwar was wet near my groin and I could feel mom's nipples rising to my touch.

"All these narrations made us hot and we fucked like people possessed by some evil spirit. We realized that my decision was a good one as your father rose in rank steadily and our relations also improved. He got good reports and we lived happily." I now had my fingers prying into her neckline and she was pulling the cord that held my shalwar.

"One night, after he had come back from one of his date and we were having sex, I asked him, what would he feel if some of his boss asks for me? Your dad went quiet for a long time and then said that his answer would be "no". I asked him the reason and he replied that he won't sell the body of his wife for promotions. He said it was not enjoyable to fuck without love. I agreed with him." Mom had removed my shalwar and was now turning her attention towards my upper body. I, too, was not lagging behind as by now her gown buttons were all open. 

"He then asked me, what would be my reaction to such a proposal; I replied jokingly that if the guy was good, I would definitely think about it. We both laughed like mad. I told him later that it was just a joke." I was fondling mom's tits and she had my neckline devoid of any buttons. 

"He was not done yet and put up a hypothetical situation in front of me and asked, 'Suppose you are willing to have sex with someone else, who would he be, or she be?'" Mom's touch on my boob was electrifying and I responded by pulling her nipple.

"I tried to avoid the question but he was adamant. After a lot of cajoling from his side, I named a friend of his; named Ali (not the real name). He went into deep thought and later asked me the reason." Mom was lightly caressing my tits and I was returning the favor in kind. 

"I told your dad that his friend was good looking, humorous and his wife seemed to be sexually content." Mom pulled me toward her and I lifted my face and placed it between her tits. 

"We had a lustful session of sex afterwards. He took my ass, and it was not the first time though. We have been experimenting with everything within our bedroom since our wedding." Mom continued and I started licking between her ample tits. She was now groping my tit and her intensity increased as she felt my tongue in the valley of her tits

"A few days later, on a weekend, he called me from base that I should arrange for dinner for two guests. I enquired about the guests but he stone-walled my question." I slowly took my lips to her well projected nipple and heard her moan. 

Mom's narration was revealing new secrets to me. Mr. Ali was a family friend. His daughters were our schoolmates. Unfortunately, Mr. Ali died in a crash, few years ago. Our family was still in touch with his widow and daughters. 

As she lay beside me her body was emanating a heat that it gave an impression that she was running a high fever. We now lay face to face to each other with mom's hands on my back. I had my hands on her now boobs and her skin was smooth as silk and warm. She caressed my back and went lower to hold and caress my buttocks.

"When your dad came he saw me busy with dishes. He checked the progress and asked for anything that I wanted from the market. I again asked, who the guests were, and he told me that I will not be disappointed. He then told me to wear a black sari, that he gave to me on our wedding anniversary and I instantly understood that he wanted me to show off."

I had shifted my hands and was now caressing over her back and I could just feel the swell of her buttocks as it rose prominently below my exploring hands. Mom held me close and kissed me on my neck. I replied back by kissing awkwardly on her lips. The kiss lasted for few seconds and we exchanged saliva; overall it was wonderfully erotic.

"That particular black sari had a blouse that showed off a lot. I had never worn that in public and it was only for your dad. He soon went out to get the things I told from the local market and returned when I had already completed cooking."

"I went to shower and asked your dad whether he wanted to join me but he declined saying that we should better save our best for tonight. This comment made me take longer time in the shower and I even shaved my cunt. For reasons unknown, my cunt was gushing with moisture." 

I moved my hands over mom's sides under her arms and again felt her breasts. They were as firm as those of mine, just a bit bigger. Her nipples were now fully erect, like pencil erasers, may be a bit bigger. Feeling my hands on her tits, mom replied by placing her lips on my nipples and I just went mad with lust. She sucked gently for sometime and I was drenched down-under.

"When I returned after having my shower," she resumed "your dad went in. He took lot of time and when he emerged from the shower, I was dressed up in the dress he had asked. He commented that I looked marvelous. While I was putting up make up, the bell rang. As I was already dressed and my make up was also over, I went to answer the door."

"To my surprise, Mr. and Mrs. Ali were there, all dressed up and looking a magnificent couple. So this was the surprise, I thought and my mind instantly recalled our conversation regarding Mr. Ali." Mom continued with her narration while pecking my bosom with her lips and I was also treated by occasional licks. 

"Exchanging pleasantries, I ushered them into our drawing room. While we were busy in having a chit chat, your dad joined and mingled with us. My heart and mind were racing and lots of questions were coming to them. Suddenly I became conscious of my dress, but seeing Mrs. Ali dressed the same way, my shyness soon vanished." Mom put a hand behind my head and gently pushed me to her bosom. I hungrily went after her erect nipple and started sucking like a baby. I also kept my ears open to her narration.

"As it was dinnertime already, I excused myself and went to the kitchen. Mrs. Ali joined me to help. She was dressed in a sari that was white in colour. Her skin was a bit darker, and the white color suited her fine. Her blouse was sleeveless like mine and showed a bit more of her ample tits. We arranged the dinner on the table and called our hubbies. I sat by the side of your dad and Mr. Ali was just opposite to me."

"During the dinner, the discussion jumped from one topic to another and finally the Base's Tart came under discussion. Obviously, Mr. Ali was also had something to do with it as his wife smirked when the boss' wife came under discussion."

In the meantime, mom's hand had gone down and she was feeling bare skin of my thighs. I was too numb with the sensations that I just kept on sucking mom's tits. Mom explored the front for sometime, gathered some moisture and went for the crack of my ass.




My Autography Ch. 03



My brother was pounding like a man possessed into my cunt. Sounds of his body slapping against mine were mixed with usual love music of 'unnhhhhhhhhhhh---------------ahhhhhhhhh-------------fuck me'. 

It may sound strange why did Imtiaz Bhai, as I affectionately referred him, would be pounding his sister, leaving behind my beautiful sister. In fact, right as his hubby was having his tool deeply entrenched in me; Najo was having a 'farewell fuck' with dad at the house. 

She had asked me earlier, to do her this favor, by distracting her hubby, who had been fucking her endlessly since their marriage. It was only a couple of time that Najia was able to rekindle her love life with dad after a month of married life. And on those two occasions too, they only had time for quickies. 

"Oh! Nadia, your cunt is too tight in comparison to your sis', I wonder who was that hunk who had been loosening her cunt", Imtiaz said while he gave me those gut wrenching jolts. 

We were in his friend's house, who was off to work. We were here after a lot of flirting that he resorted to, right after we took off for 'shopping'. I was happy to play naïve and help my sister out, who was desperate to have one lasting love session with dad, before she immigrated to US.

"Imtiaz Bhai, aap to mujhe flatter karne ki koshish kar rahe hen, Najia Baji aisy nahin hein (Imtiaz, you are just trying to flatter me, Najia is not like that)." I replied to him as I silently quipped in my mind "you idiot, she is not having a loose cunt, it's only that you have such a small cock." 

He was sucking my tits and I was again getting horny. I desired, in the bottom of my heart, that I should take his cock, smeared with his and mine juices, into my mouth. As 'nice girls' are not supposed to do such things here in Pakistan, I resisted the temptation and waited for him to take the initiative. 

"You think I have a pumpkin instead of a head, off course I know she is not a virgin, and nor am I. I know for sure that she had been fucking around. I just don't mind what she did in her past life", he said while rising from my boobs. 

"Off course, I would not like to stop her even after our marriage, but I would definitely like to be present and participate in all her outings", I felt him pulling and twisting my nipples.

'My dear brother', I said to myself, 'some things you will never know and beside, I don't think you would be telling your score and targets to my sister'.

"Please ub chalen, yahan koi aa gaya to kia ho ga" (Please lets get going, what if someone comes), I pleaded him, as I thought it would be appropriate. On the contrary, I wanted him to fuck me at least one more time, the more Imtiaz Bhai fucked me, the more fucking will Najo get from dad. 

The thought made me jealous, dad was such a good lover compared to Imtiaz and the thrill of him pounding his cock was just marvelous. Add to it the pleasure of doing it without any reason of hiding something and being brazen and it was more than just fun. I have, by now been fucking dad since six months, same time period since my birthday. It happened not long after he and I had the first kiss after my night with mom.

My thoughts were broken by intense jolt of sudden pleasure that my cunt started having with the ministrations of my brother. He was lying with his face between my legs and was sucking me like a pro. 

May be his long stay in US has made him such a good licker. I forgot about Najo and dad as the pleasure was too intense. Imtiaz Bhai was indeed good at what he was doing. 

He had been doing well. Najo told me that after her wedding night. Even this session with him, that started with harmless flirting, had transformed into s steamy hot sex session, was very much attributable to his skills. 

Najia never told me to do this, she just asked me to keep him busy. I too was convinced about it. After all it was not a good projection of our family morals that I hop in bed with my brother. It was fun but it could have implications for all of us, particularly for Najia.

Imtiaz Bhai was licking and sucking my cunt and he did mumble something, presumably something to do with taste, but I was too preoccupied with my pleasure that I hardly understood. 

In order to avoid sounding sluttish, as I was afraid I would become if I get carried totally away by his expert tongue treatment, I started thinking about the way it started.

As soon as I and Imtiaz Bhai had driven off in a car from our home, Imtiaz Bhai started off by saying nice things about my sis. "You know Nadia, I feel very lucky to have a wife like Najo; she is very much like me."

I replied by saying that I didn't know him enough to comment and he replied by saying "Arrey jald hi jaan jao gi saali ji (Oh! You will know me soon enough)". 

He said he was a very open and non-conservative guy and this had lot to do with his upbringing in the west. 

"I was apprehensive about getting married into Pakistan. I was afraid I would get some lady who would be just too conservative to adapt to the ways of life that I follow." He continued while he drove. 

"But meeting her the first time made me shed away some of my reservations. You know why? She allowed me to kiss her on our first outing. I thought may be I will get a better deal." I listened as if I never knew of this. Najo told me all about every 'date'. 

"Then I came to know that she is not tight-assed as regards to my boozing." When he said this, I thought what his reaction would be if he saw her drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. Najo loved drinks and sometimes overdid it.

"Imtiaz bhai, drinking is common here as well. You will come to know more if you stay here for some more time." 

"I know, but I never expected her to be so approving. She has still not joined me, but I think the day is not far that she would be sharing drinks with me". He said and I just smiled.

"Imtiaz bhai, mein aisa nahi samajhti (I don't think so), Najo would never drink, she is just being accommodative like a good eastern wife."

He laughed and sarcastically said, "Oh! Yes she acted like a real eastern lady on the wedding night. Before I entered our room, she was already off with her clothes. And damn well, she was so wet."

"Imtiaz bhai, aap kesi batein kar rahe hein? (Imtiaz, how come you are talking like this?), that too with your sis." I acted as if being shocked. 

Only if he knew that Najo was naked and wet as had a quickie with her, just before Imtiaz entered the nuptial bedroom. Mom and I kept him busy for fifteen minutes in the lounge, in return of a grand treat from dad. 

"Arey aap se kia parda, aap meri saali hen (what's there to hide from you, you are my sis), and what's that Urdu proverb that says 'Saali' owes half of her sis household."

We laughed and he started me giving more details of his wedding night. He told me about all the intimate details that I already knew. 

He told me that he got so surprised when he entered the room and found Najo pouncing on him and removing his clothes. After a quick blowjob, she pushed him on his back and mounted him. Although I knew, but had to act out, posing both shy and inquisitive. 

"You know, I just loved it. I was not at all expecting it." He continued with his narration and I knew why Najo had done that. She expected Imtiaz to go down on her and as her cunt was full of dad's cum, she never wanted him to do that. 

So when he entered, and he entered just moments after dad had left, she removed his clothes, took him in her mouth and then pushed him on his back to mount him for a quick fuck. Her cunt was soppy wet and he thought it to be her horniness. So intelligent she was!

He kept of dolling out the details and kept on praising my sis. He spoke at length about her body; that how good her boobs were, what a nice ass she had and so on. 

Then he suddenly said, "Aap ki family mein sub ke boobs kia order par bane hein (Did your whole family got tailor-made boobs)?"

"Kia matlab hey aap ka (What do you mean)?", I replied, being really taken somewhat aback by his brazenness.

"Why are you so offended, I am just stating a plain fact. May be you being a girl don't observe it like I do with the eyes of a male. Najo's tits are big enough and they are very firm and juicy too." He remarked.

While I was still crimson, he continued to be more brazen and said, "Your tits are good looking too and I wonder how firm they are?"

"Aap kesi batein kar rahe hen. Kia west men apni saali ke saath aise batein karte hein (What are you talking about, is it the way you talk to your sis in west)?" I replied.

"Oh! Come on. Don't be a prude. I am just praising. Your tits too are of right size and let me check how firm they are" and he suddenly took his left hand off the steering (Right hand driven vehicles in our country), and gave my right tit a quick squeeze. I was taken aback by his boldness but also at the same time my pussy became moist.

"Imtiaz Bhai, aap kia kar rahe hen, dekehen mein baji ko bata doon gi." I mocked him.

Instead of getting discouraged, he again left the steering, and this time he did not just went for a quick grab, instead he kept his hand on my tit, trying to touch my sensitive nipple through my bra and shirt.

"Imtiaz Bhai, please don't do it, it's not right." I said, though I felt like telling him not to be tentative, as I was starting to enjoy the flirting.

"Your tits are even firmer than Najia's, but how they look, I can't say. Would you care giving me a peek?" He said while driving with one hand.

"Are you mad? Attend to the road, it's not America. Here lot of toughies drive without any regard to others." I replied.

He suddenly veered left and stopped the car, left the steering completely and grabbed my other boob as well. He squeezed them and I felt a pang of pleasure traveling to my cunt, making it wetter than before. 

He then started undoing my top buttons, one by one and soon my cleavage came in view. He touched the line of my cleavage with his fingers and juices started spurting in my cunt.

"Imtiaz Bhai, I think this is enough, lets move on. Some passerby may see us and as this is not America, this will definitely cause embarrassment." I said to him despite the fact that I wanted to continue with it and get fucked like a slut in the car.

"Chalo kahin chal kar kuch khate pite hen. Kia pata kuch kha pi kar tum apne mamme dikhane par razi ho jao (Lets go and eat something. May be after having eaten, you would allow me a look at your tits)." Imtiaz said while removing his hands from my tits and resuming with driving.

"Bari khushfehmi hey aap ko (Quite an optimist you are)." I mockingly said to him.

Chattering and laughing, with his hand touching me frequently, we arrived at a restaurant. It was small but not full and we found a secluded corner. We ordered for snacks and continued with talking till the waiter arrived with our order. While eating, Imitaz Bhai made me eat with his hands and it was looking quite romantic. We were lucky as the restaurant was not crowded.

"Nadia, why not you show your tits to me. I know they are firmer then Najo's but let me compare visually too."

"Are you insane? It's not New York or some other slutty place where you can do anything and get away with it." I replied.

"Come on, no one is paying much attention to us. You can open your shirt buttons and at least I can see your cleavage." He was insistent.

"Why are you so positive that I want to show my tits to you?" I asked him.

"It's because I know that want to show. You want to prove that your tits are better than your sister's." He used flattery to gain his purpose.

His coaxing chatter coupled with my own horniness forced my hands to my shirt's buttons. I started opening them and when top three were open, I sat, open to his poking eyes.

"Why not you go into ladies room and remove your bra. It would give me a better view." He suggested.

"No, why not we get into the car and get going? We still have our shopping to do."

"Ok, we will get going but first you remove your bra." He was coercive and I did as he told me, after all, I was getting hot, too. When I returned, he had already paid the bill and was waiting for me at the exit.

"The bad thing about eastern dresses is that they hide the feminine beauty. I can't be sure whether you have removed your bra or not." He said as he started driving.

"I have done it, now keep on driving, we are getting late for shopping."

Instead of believing me, he again removed his hand from the steering and took hold of my right boob. He held it, squeezed it and then let go.

"You are a good saali (sis). And your boobs are too good. I would love to have a more detailed examination."

"Why can't you just drive the car? I am not going to allow you any examination. You act a doctor with Najia, I don't mind. I am not your patient, nor your wife." I replied, longing for his hand on my tit.

We reached a famous shopping place, and started shopping. He then asked me to take him to some lingerie shop, so than he can purchase some goodies for Najia. I took him to an ultra modern shop. There he bought many things for his wife. He then told me to buy something for myself, wear it and join him in the car.

I took advantage of the offer and bought some real sexy pieces of bra and panties. Put on one that looked most modest and went down to join him in the car.

"Imtiaz bahi, since you offered so generously, I purchased more than what you told me. I hope you won't mind." 

"Not at all, but you have to display all items while wearing them."

"How can I do that? Najia baji would never allow it." I replied

"If you are willing, I know how. Are you willing?"

"Ok, but where?"

"Just wait."

He drove on and after some time, we reached an apartment complex, not far from our place. I followed him to a fourth flour apartment. He rang the bell and an elderly maid came out. He introduced himself and the maid asked us to get inside.

The apartment was small but tidy. Imtiaz told me that it was of his friend, whom he called while I was shopping. The maid appeared with tea and told us that she will be leaving soon. We drank our tea, and then the maid left. 

"Ok, now we are alone and I hope you have not forgotten your promise?"

"Come on, Imtiaz bhai, I was just joking." I said to him mockingly.

"Ok, then I will have to take matters into my hands." With this he took hold of my boobs. I did not resist much and soon Imtiaz was kissing me over my face and neck. 

"Imtiaz bhai, leave me and I will show you all what I have shopped." I asked, wanting to get rid of my clothes. He left me. I first kissed him on his lips and then got up. 

Walking a few paces away from where he sat, I removed my shirt. I had my back to him and I took time in turning. He blew me a kiss when he saw me in the bra. I then started undoing the knot that held my shalwar (a loose trouser). I let go of it and soon it was lying at my feet and I took time taking my feet out of it. 

There I stood, in all my near naked glory. The modestly sexy bra and panties did all to raise lust in the eyes of my brother. He got up, walked around me at a close range and then sat down.

"Great, now what else have you shopped." Imtiaz asked me with his popping eyes. 

"Why not you close your eyes and I change." I said to him, knowing that his eyes will never close.

He mockingly closed his eyes; I walked towards the sofa where my purchases were lying. As I bent down to pick one, he took hold of my left tits. With his other hand, unclasped the bra. 

"I think I must extend my helping hand. Hope you won't mind." With this he opened my bra and also his eyes.

"Imtiaz Bhai, this is not fair. You promised that you will keep your eyes closed." I said to him in a tone that was not at all convincing.

He, in reply started circling my nipple with his fingers. His touch felt good and I started worrying about staining my new panties.

"Imtiaz Bhai, you are behaving childishly. At least wait till you have seen what all I have purchased out of your funding." I said while I moved away, getting rid of his pleasant touch from my tits.

"Ok, you decide what you wanna show, I will help you wear it." He said as he stood up, and placed his hands on my panty covered bums as he took position behind me.

"All right, I want you to take out the contents of this packet and help me wear it." I replied as I handed him the packet containing a sheer black bra, which was to cover only the lower half of my tits.

My brother opened the pack, took his time examining the bra and then, very slowly, held it with his palms supporting the cups. He placed the bra cups on my exposed tits and after taking and eternity, started taking his hands back towards the clasp. Before fastening the clasp, I felt his fingers, and then his lips on my back. He finally fastened the bra clasp and turned me slowly towards him.

As I faced him, he scrutinized my half covered tits and said, "Magnificent and sexy."

I looked down and found that the bra allowed half of my nipples and areolas to be seen. He caressed my nipples some more and then dipped his head down to kiss me on the half exposed nipples.

"Does this bra have matching panties?" He asked, and when I shook my head, he put his thumbs in my panties' waist-band and lowered those down saying that it was foul-play to wear something that did not match.

I silently thanked him as I feared that my panties will soon be so wet that I might get embarrassed. He touched my bums and with other hand, caressed my front. I then felt his fingers trailing through my well trimmed bush and touching my cunt lips. 

Feeling the moisture, he lowered his finger and collected some stuff on it. Bringing his hand up, he applied my juice on my left nipple and then lowered his lips to it. He licked and then sucked; taking his time and then repeated the whole procedure, only this time did he treat my right breast.

I was soon delirious with pleasure and pressed his head into my bosom. All other undergarments were forgotten as if those were mere excuses for my exposure. I now allowed my brother to take full liberty with me. Soon I was half lying and half sitting on the sofa, legs open, and his head buried between my thighs.

His tongue worked out my juices and his throat gulped them with eagerness. In between he kept on commenting about the sweetness and blah blah, but who was listening?

I achieved two orgasms under his expert tongue treatment. He proved a match to dad in this aspect. As I was recuperating from my second cumming, he removed his clothes. 

Clad only his shorts, he stood in front of me, obviously wanting me to expose his manhood. I did as he desired and was, sort of disappointed as he was much smaller than dad. Anyhow, his cock was spewing precum like a leaking tap and he must be wishing that I take him in my mouth. 

Instead of taking him in my mouth, I pulled him down on the sofa beside me. Lifting myself up, I straddled him and sat.

His cock entered in me without much resistance, partly as I was very wet and partly as he was smaller then dad, both in length and girth. I sat with his cock in me and pushed my tits into his face. He obediently started devouring them and I slowly resumed my motion.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH-----------------------HHHHHHHHHmmmmmm." I heard my moans coming out of my mouth.

He kept on sucking my tits for some more time. It made him and me hotter and hotter. Soon I was pushed back and was lying on my back as Imtiaz fucked me like a madman. Although I was on pill, but to keep it a secret, I forced him to come all over my belly.

Second time he took me doggy-style, and he did it almost immediately after our first fuck. He was energetic and I wondered if my sis was not doing much to drain him of his energies. While fucking he took hold of my tits and mauled them like a beast. He even inserted his thumb into my asshole and at that moment I came for the nth time. 




My Autography Ch. 04



My debuting tryst with mom ended when, at four in the morning, we heard a knock on the bedroom door. Mom casually put on her robe and I followed as she went to the door. As it opened, I saw dad and Najia, his arm going around her back. They too, were dressed in robes, and their condition told me the about their labours of the night past. Reddened eyes, puffy lips and an odd bite mark on Najo's neck gave me many unseen visions of their passionate night. Dad too looked tipsy and hazed. His arm, that held his daughter was moving subtly, but continuously, to caress her; on the belly while moving upward and downward.

"Congratulations, I hope that you enjoyed your first experience." Said Najia as she broke off from the arm of dad and came to embrace me.

I, despite knowing the fact that, was part of a very open and loving family, blushed and replied with a barely discernable nod. 

"Darling, I hope that you did not make her addicted to your own kind." Said dad to mom while he came behind Najia and putting his hands around us.

"Its upto her, but I don't think that kind of addiction is part of the family traditions. By the way, did you not had Najia to your content last night? Why not you leave them alone for some time?" Mom replied with a smile.

Dad had other ideas. His hands, coming around Najia, were on my back. Through the flimsy material of my robe, under which I was bare, I felt him caress area on my upper back. It seemed, he was trying to know whether I was wearing anything underneath the robe or not. I was, off course buck naked under the robe and he must have realized it immediately. 

Najia held me for sometime and when she got back, dad was there, standing in front of me, a bulge, quite prominent under his robe told me about his arousal. It was a strange feeling, me, his daughter was the most probable cause of his state of arousal. Tall, handsome face, broad-shoulders, and his slightly peppery hairs and so was my father. Just his looks made my blood rush faster in my body.

I waited, he held and when that moment became too long for me to bear, I stepped ahead and took hold of him. My arms going around him, my face bumping into his masculine chest as I managed to whisper, "I love you Dad." "I love you too, my baby-doll. I love you like your mom and sister." Dad said as he lowered his head.

I looked up and saw his eyes staring into mine, and the only thing visible in his eyes was a deep love, and a bit of lust. Again the moment lasted for a bit too long and seeing his reluctance and hesitation, I again took the initiative. Rising on the tips of my toes, I took my lips to his chin and kissed him. 

Touch of my lips to his skin gave me a jolt, a jolt of pleasure. My state of arousal took an upward surge and I felt my crotch getting wetter. His mouth moved and he kissed me again on my left cheek. I felt his stubble, smelt his fragrance and was somewhat lost. In that state of him, I realized that dad has moved back suddenly as a result of something that my mom said, which I did not gather.

As I returned to my senses, I heard mom saying, "----------, let us now do something conventional and straight."

By this time dad had left me and was nearing mom. He took her into his arms, without any inhibitions whatsoever. He kissed her and she melted into his arms. Without any more words, they moved into the room and Najia pulled me out.

"Its now time to become normal. Nights are good for taboos but the daylight may reveal things to people who live around us." She said.

We moved arm in arm towards our rooms. On reaching Najia turned inside without saying anything to me. I kept on moving towards my own room and when I reached inside, I heard faint footsteps behind me. As I turned to shut the door of my room, I saw Najia following me. I stepped back and she moved in the room. 

"I heard you telling me to get normal, now what. You seem to be going back on your words." I said.

"I was your roommate before and if someone sees me and you in the same room again, there won't be any upturned brows. You and dad in their room would definitely raise questions. Beside, there is still time before our innocent brothers wake up." Najia replied as she casually untied the sash that held her robe together. 

In a moment the robe shimmered down her body and there she was in all her glory. Slightly shorter than me in height and curvier, she stood with hands on her hips, allowing me to ogle her to my content. Her skin was flawless but for some fresh bite-marks on her tits, thighs and neck. Her jet-black hairs were loose and came down to her lower back. Her neck, slightly tilted to the right, sat upon her thorax that was lovely. On her chest, globular but firm, were her tits with pink nipples that were much lighter in colour as compared to moms. More like me in colour, but definitely longer in length, her nipples were surrounded by aureoles that were not much distinctive to her pinkish skin tone. Her belly was firm and below was her slightly fuzzy bush. It seemed she gave particular attention to her "haircut".

My lusty view was interrupted as she moved forward. Her boobs juggling and making my heart stir. She came closer and closer and soon her right hand was on my shoulder. Taking it inward and downward, she soon placed a finger between the lapels of my robe. Slowly she moved it downward; brushing past my cleavage, down over my belly, and soon her finger forced the sash of my robe open. My cleavage became partially exposed and my bush was completely in view of Najia as front of my robe hung open. She slowly brought her both hands up and removed the robe and my whole body became exposed with the robe lying on the floor.

"Wow, you have such a fresh looking lovely body." Najia exclaimed as she started caressing undersides of my nubile boobs.

"Don't try to flatter me. I am already getting envious of your fullness." I replied, still scanning her luscious body.

Najia brought her hands over my shoulders and forced me to sit down while saying, "I have got a treat for you. I know you had tasted mom tonight, why not you taste dad as well."

Still a bit mesmerized by the events of the night, I was unable to comprehend her as she stood there with me staring straight at her cunt. A moment later, as I concentrated more, I understood her completely. Her pussy lips were wet and some white and gluey fluid smeared upon her rosy pink cunt lips.

Without much ado, I extended my tongue, lapped the remnants of dad's passion. It was different, it had to be from the juices of mom, and its taste was something that is from the depths of ocean. Salty in a strange kind of way, it was just wonderful. I did not take long to lick away the cum that stuck on the outsides of Najia's cunt.

I did not stop there and as I continued, I felt the change of taste. After having consumed the masculine cum of dad, I now tasted Najia's own feminine nectar. The difference between the two fluids was clearly discernable and despite the difference, I liked it. I was further encouraged by moans of Najia, her knees bent and as I looked up, I saw her eyes turning up in ecstasy.

"OH! Nado, mom had done well during the night. You have learnt the art of licking. Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmm, keep doing it, I will be coming soon." Said Najia between her moans of pleasure.

As I saw my sister's knees bending, I felt like pushing her to the bed so as we both could continue in a better state of comfort. Najia moved back to the bed, as if she knew my intent. Soon, she was half lying on bed, her legs open and touching the floor with me sitting down on the floor and eagerly lapping upon her vagina. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh", her cries of pleasure started getting louder and louder and soon her nectar flew out more rapidly from her cunt as I tried in vain to lick it all. She came with a bang and I got up with a face wet from her juices.

"I think now it's my turn to return the favour. Beside, I also want to have a taste of my virgin sister." Said Najia as she pushed me on the bed and assumed the position I was in previously.

She went after my cunt like a pro and started eating it out with enthusiasm of a suckling infant. Even after having spent hours of continuous and unadulterated pleasure with mom, my desires rose like an inferno. Soon it was me who whose groans and moans of pleasure echoed in the room. I came not long after she started teasing my cunt and it was enough sapping of my energies. I never knew when I fell asleep in my nudity.

It was a nice sleep, with my body relaxed as if I had been soothed by an expert masseur. The dreams were even sweeter and I had great visions about mom, Najia and dad.

I woke up when sun rays, filtering through the drapes of my room fell on my body. I realized that I was only partially covered with my bedcovers and my boobs peaked out to the sun rays. I looked around and failed to find Najia in the room. As my senses fully became awake, I heard water splashing in the washroom, the door to which was partially open.

Lazily, I got up and headed to the washroom. When I entered I saw Najia taking a shower. Steam rose from her body as the warm water washed her beautiful body that I had explored last night. Seeing her in the full lights was, however, another experience. Every curve of her body was open to my view and I kept on ogling her for long.

"So, would you just stand there staring or would you like to join." She said, slightly turning towards me.

I was more than willing to oblige but my bladder was full and I headed to the toilet seat. As I sat and relieved my bursting bladder, I felt no shyness or inhibitions. I fully realized that I belonged to one great family that kept no secrets. By the time I was free from my toiletry obligations, Najia was almost through with her shower. 

"You are late, if I wait, we will miss the breakfast, and this day is not the last day of our lives." She said as she wrapped her body in a towel and slowly walked out of the washroom.

I took her place in the shower and took a leisurely bath, pondering upon her last statement. Definitely, this day will not be the last day of the relationship that I had gotten into. I wanted to experiment everything of life and who else could have been more caring than my own family. My reverie of thoughts was broken as I heard a knock on the door. "Nado, are you coming out or you want your breakfast cold." It was Najia.

"Just coming." I replied and hurried through my shower. I then realized that towel was missing from the washroom as Najia had used it. 'What's the big deal', I thought as I walked out nude into my room. In hurry, I hurriedly dressed up in a 'Shalwar Kamiz" (local dress with shirt and loose fitting trouser). I was so thrilled to join my family for the breakfast that I forgot that the bra I had put on was in total contrast to my dress. My partially wet body only accentuated its visibility. I never realized this till the time I reached the breakfast table.

Dad looked up as I entered the dining room and his eyes stuck to my bosom. On seeing him like that, mom told him, "Darling you seem to be behaving like a teenager. Don't worry; you will have her to your hearts content". 

"I am not a teenager but she is, and beside, every new thing is novel" Replied dad as he took his eyes off me.

"Ok! I think its time to behave, young ones are about to come." Najia butted herself in and we all took stock of the situation. My younger brothers, though part of our very open family were still too young to know about all this. 

I looked for the vacant chairs and decided to sit beside dad facing mom. As I took the seat, we heard the chattering entry my younger brothers made. As usual they were fighting about something trivial. 

"Tum raat ko soney hi nahi dete ho, itna shor machete ho ke bas neend hi nahi aat. (You make so much noise during night that I can't even sleep)." Said the Younger to the Elder.

"Idiot, it was you who made noises and I am the one who has to remain sleepless." Replied the Elder.

Their harmless exchange of banter caused all of adults to raise our brows. Mom rightly decided to intervene to quell their doubts that could lead to any possible complications.

"Hey! None of you two made any noise. It was us, actually, who were having an argument as regards to where to go on our next outing." She said to them and we all smiled.

"Outing, where and when?" They both joyously asked. 

"You won't be waiting for long. Have your breakfast and we will go to your Mamoo's (maternal uncle) place." Mom replied and they both became happy and hurried to the breakfast table. Our uncle had two kids who were age-mate of our brothers and their house was in the suburbs of town having a huge swimming pool. We all, especially our brothers liked the place a lot.

"Mom, I won't go, I have a friend who is coming from Lahore and I need to see her and take her shopping." Said Najia as she started with her breakfast.

As Najia said this, I felt the wait of a palm upon my thigh and took not much of guessing that it was dad's left hand that was free as he ate his breakfast. "I too won't be able to go, I have some official commitments." He said while holding my thigh with his strong fingers.

"Ok, I understand. Nadia, you too seem to be tired after your birthday party. Why not you just stay home and supervise the servants cleaning the house." Mom said, as if she understood intentions of dad.

I started with my breakfast and just nodded in reply to mom's suggestion. Just hearing her cooperating with dad, foregoing her own conjugal rights in favour of her own daughter, made my pussy tingle. I vowed to myself to discover the leftover secrets of our family. Why, after all, was she being so benevolent? She so much in contravention to feminine instincts seemed strange to me, even after knowing the openness of our family.

Dad's hand remained on my thigh, moving higher with every passing moment. I soon felt his fingers on my lower belly and the tickle it gave me caused my hands to waver. I took control of myself and moved in my chair to facilitate his moving fingers. Taking advantage of my cooperation, dad managed to sneak his palm through the waistband of my shalwar. Soon his fingers touched my cunt lips and gathered the moisture I was generously seeping with. He then removed his hand and nonchalantly brought his fingers to his lips. He then licked it, taking out his tongue and only I knew what he was cleaning off his fingers.

"Hey darling, breakfast tastes much better today." He said to mom after licking his fingers clean and smiled.

"Its always like this, what's so different today. I wonder what you will have for lunch. May be you continue with your same breakfast even for lunch." Mom said teasingly, as if she understood his every word and thought. My cheeks turned visibly crimson.

Rest of the time at breakfast table went off without much ado. My brothers kept fighting while they planned their outing. We finished breakfast and mom got up, telling Najia to clean the table. My brothers also followed suit so as to prepare for their visit to mamoo's house and Najia got busied with the dishes.

I was quite shell-shocked with the events that took place on the dining table. Mom facilitating her hubby for taking the cherry of their daughter. Dad, fondling my thigh and entering his hand into my dress and then licking off my juices. Mom telling him, in veiled language, to have me as lunch. All this, made me sitting on the table, pondering deeply upon the possibilities of the afternoon and my whole body was tensed with excitement of the possible scenarios.

I was brought back to reality when I heard the clamour of mom, accompanied by my excited brothers coming to the dining room. She was dressed simply, but her figure made it possible for her to look good, even in simplicity. Seeing them, dad got up, went to see them off, as if ensuring required privacy.

Najia was in the kitchen and called me there to help her with the dishes. When I went there she seemed to be in hurry to leave too and we both did the dishes. I asked her whom she had to see and quite nonchalantly she replied that she had to see the boss of dad. On her mentioning this, I was reminded of the particular gentleman, on the night of my birthday he was lying on the bed of Najia while she sat on top of his face.

"He is such a sweet guy and wants to have more time with me. Today he is having an off day and wants me to accompany him to a beach hut. Though he is not very virile and mostly gives me pleasure only by licking my cunt, but since this is very important for dad's promotion, I will be going." She explained as if telling me something as simple as shopping.

"Najia, despite the last night's events, I am still amazed at the ways of our family. Though I am not in a position to approve or disapprove anything, but still, this all seems to be very weird to me." I said to her still trying to comprehend the openness of my family.

"Oh! You will come to know of everything. Right now concentrate on the fun you had last night and also think of coming afternoon." She said and my juices started flowing afresh on the mention of last night and her reference of impending fun.

"Hmmmmm! But you heard dad saying that he has to go out to do some official work. You people are just leaving me to look after the house." I said, trying to act as if I naively took everything at its face value.

"He may have to go out, but who says he can't take you along. My innocent sis, what do you think? Mm went to mamoo with our brothers for nothing. It's all planned, don't you remember both mom and dad stayed together when we left them." She said while putting the dishes back on the rack.

We both were almost done with the dishes and headed out to our bedrooms. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to go back to TV lounge and wait for the things to happen in their natural course. As I was heading down the stairs, I met dad, who was heading up. I expected him to say or do something indicating his intent, but he rushed up without saying a word to me. This seemed strange and out of place and I stopped going downstairs and backtracked my steps to my bedroom.

Dad was not there and that left Najia's and my brothers' bedroom. Thinking briefly, I tiptoed towards Najia's bedroom and stopped at the door to pry upon anything. There was absolute silence and slowly I turned the doorknob, opening the door. Dad was not there but I saw the bathroom door open and I understood. Dad must be there. "Having a quickie." I thought for a while and then moved in the room to have a look and as I got closer, I heard them talking.

"You must not have consented to go with him. I agree you are doing all this for me but I am quite content with my position and don't want to force anything bad on you." I heard dad saying.

"Dad, why you are worried so much? You know full well that he can't do much with me. His dick has no juice in it, he would fondle me, lick me and if that's the price of your promotion, I think its no big deal." Najia replied with sincerity.

"But I don't like this all. I don't want others even having a feel of your lovely body." Dad said.

"Dad, you are acting so jealously. You know full well that I will always be yours, even when I get married. I love you but I want to enjoy world to the fullest and remember, you yourself told me to do this. Now, would you like to just stand there or are you going to join me in the shower." I heard her saying and then I heard water pouring down on the floor.

"I would love to join but you know I have other commitments. I think I must leave otherwise I will be forced to join you, you know you are so beautiful to resist."

Expecting to see him coming out of the bathroom, I bolted out quickly and headed downstairs. He did come, but not very soon as I expected and there were some watermarks on his shirt. Obviously, Najia did manage to coax him into something that caused him to have water splattered over his shirt. He sat quietly on a sofa but maintained some distance from me and remained quiet as if brooding about something.