30-year-old Zahid took a final deep puff of his cigarette, and dropped it onto the wet street outside the gate of his house. A distant clap of thunder warned of more rain to come. He left his muddy shoes on the veranda of his family home and walked, in his socks, into the house.
Zahid lived in a spacious but modest bungalow in the town of Abbottabad (N. Pakistan) with his parents and elder sisters.
At 5 ft 11 inches in height, Zahid was a handsome young man, with dark eyes and short black hair. He wore a small moustache, the type that teenage boys grow with pride but that never actually grow thickly enough. Even by age 30, his moustache seemed to have become stuck in a time wrap and refused to thicken.
Zahid was the youngest of 5 children. He had grown up being shown only affection and indulgence by his parents and siblings.
A year or so early additions had been made to the household. His eldest sister 38 years old Nargis, had returned home following the death of her husband. She had brought along her two teenage children, a girl and a boy.
Nargis was an attractive woman, 5ft 9, with a 38, 32, 36 figure. Long black hair, large brown eyes and a very shy smile. The Pathan blood in the family was obvious.
She had maintained her figure and had, some believed, actually improved with age. Certainly, Zahid found her extraordinarily attractive and spent every free moment with her.
Being an intelligent and careful woman, Nargis decided that it would be more economical to move into her parent's home and rent her own bungalow out. This arrangement was quite common and no one objected. After all, she was a widow and her chances of re-marriage were almost zero. The only income apart from her widow's pension was the rent from her house.
Nargis was the only one at home when he entered. His parents had taken Nargis' two children, and her sisters to visit their uncle in the nearby town of Mardan.
"As salaam Walikum Baji," (Peace be with you elder sister) Zahid said, walking right up to her and hugging her as he kissed her cheek.
Nargis replied, "Walikum salaam" (And peace be with you).
As Zahid's hold became stronger and she felt his hands stroke her back as he rested his head on her shoulder Nargis added softly, "Zahid you are getting too old for this childishness".
"Oh Baji" Zahid said hugging her harder "Don't make a wet, dark day more depressing with 'old fashioned thinking'. You are too young and pretty for 'old-woman' thoughts".
Nargis laughed and patted his back. She felt him press himself against her, but decided to ignore the erection that pressed against her stomach. He was after all her younger brother.
About 8 pm, a telephone call informed Zahid that his parents and the rest of the party would be staying over night in Mardan. The rain had started to fall harder and his parents didn't want to risk a wet mountain road at night.
Zahid was pleased to hear this. He had been spending a pleasant evening seated next to Nargis watching TV as she busied herself knitting.
Zahid had enjoyed the feel of her warm body and the scent of her talcum powdered body as he sat with his arm around her shoulders, asking her what she was making and for whom.
His real interest in her knitting though was in the view it gave him of her breasts. By looking over her shoulder as she kitted, he could get a clear view of her large, full breasts. He watched them rise and fall as she breathed softly and answered his questions with amazing patience.
Zahid was wearing his house shalwar kamiz (long shirt & baggy pants). The looseness of the clothing allowed his Lund (manhood) to throb hard and erect without being noticed.
He had stopped wearing underwear almost from the moment Nargis had returned to live at home. They were too constraining and he soon realized that Nargis gave him an almost constant hard on.
Zahid was still a virgin, and given the very conservative town he lived in, it was unlikely that he would get laid outside marriage. Even the maids who worked for his mother were 'good women'. No amount of money would have convinced them to let him fuck them. Besides, they were nothing compared to Nargis. Not even close.
Zahid did however have access to the net. In fact he was addicted to pornography. The Internet, DVDs, and videocassettes everything but magazines and prostitutes were freely available in his hometown.
These gave him an outlet for the sexual heat; they didn't satisfy him.
The thing was that after years of jerking off, he was sick of it. He wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. He just didn't want to marry to taste it. With Nargis around, he somehow reasoned that he could get to taste sex without the marriage proviso.
He had fanaticized about Nargis constantly. Watching her move around the family home with lust filled eyes and a throbbing, burning hard on.
He had taken to walking around his bedroom and house in only a shalwar, the Nara (belt) tied below his belly button, exposing his athletic hairless chest, tight smooth stomach and part of his pelvis, to the various females in the house.
Dressed like that, it was impossible to conceal an erection. Even with the folds of cloth at the Nara, the telltale bulge was obvious.
He always made sure to go in front of Nargis and engage her in pointless conversation.
At such times Nargis would blush, get flustered and occasionally reprimand him for being under dressed. If it occurred to her that Zahid was horny or horny for her, she never let him know.
Zahid would often bring her small gifts from the bazaar; a bunch of flower; a new CD; small things that were not expensive but nice to receive.
On the Eid festivals he took her and their sisters shopping and always bought her a flower garland of jasmine and red roses, to wear around her wrists, a traditional token of love and affection. It was an acceptable token between siblings although not many brothers would have bothered.
Nargis was always happy to receive these things and ignored the brush-ups against her back, ass or sides that Zahid seemed to constantly give her as accidents.
A few weeks earlier, Zahid had been ill with a high fever. It had kept him at home and away from his job as a Secondary school teacher at a reputable Boys High School.
Despite his illness he had been in heaven. Nargis had cared for him.
Zahid had not been too ill to take advantage of the situation, however. Lust is a very powerful motivator.
Pretending to be feeling unusually warm, he had insisted on sleeping in the nude. He would deliberately toss and turn and ensure that the bed sheet slipped down to expose his naked butt, or his 7-inch cock, whenever Nargis entered the room.
Initially she had always fussed and pulled the sheet back up averting her eyes, but Zahid had caught her a few times studying his hard cock with interest.
One day, soon after Nargis had moved back home, Zahid had needed to use the washroom. Nargis had quickly exited the washroom, since he was pleading that he needed to go desperately. In her haste she had left her discarded cloths on the floor.
After Zahid had pissed and washed his prick, he noticed the clothing and picked it up. He put the clothing to his face and breathed in the deep perfume of Nargis' scent. He then looked at the clothing, and his heart leapt as he saw he actually held her recently worn white panties in his hands.
Unable and unwilling to stop himself, he sniffed the crotch of the panties and imagined they were still covering Nargis's choot.
He pulled on his stiff cock as he savored the scent of her pussy.
Then struck with an idea, he wrapped his cock in the panties and masturbated. He came in great spurts of cum. The panties soaked with his spunk as he sat weak-kneed on the bathroom floor.
He had never ever experienced an orgasm like it in his life.
After that day, he would seek opportunities to take Nargis' panties from the laundry basket and jerk off into them.
Nargis never commented on the state of her panties and probably simply dropped them into the washing machine ignorant of the sexual use they had been put to.
As the rain fell that night, Nargis asked Zahid to make them both a cup of milky-sweet tea.
Zahid made a face but got up and headed to the kitchen. The rain was falling very heavily now and suddenly the electric power flickered and died. Looking out of the kitchen window, Zahid saw that the whole area was in darkness. It wasn't a fault with the house fuses. The storm must have taken out a substation or Electric pylon.
"Power Cut?" Nargis suddenly asked from behind him.
"Yes, seems that way," Zahid said, turning the gas stove off as Nargis lit a candle.
He made the tea and then carried the cups to his bedroom.
After his illness, Nargis had continued to sleep in his room on a spare bed. The sleeping arrangements in the house were cramped. Nargis' sisters and daughter were glad to have her out of the bedroom they shared. Nargis' son also slept in Zahid's room on wet or cold nights. Otherwise he slept on the veranda. Teenager boys need space.
They chatted for a while as the rain fell. The flashes of lightening and the candle were the only sources of light, in the darkened room. Nargis could sense Zahid's eyes on her even though she could barely see his face. But each flash of lightening revealed his eyes burning with desire.
Nargis stood up and looked out the window at the darkness and rain splashing against the windowpane. She needed to break the tension and move and stop Zahid's lustful appraisal of her.
She had to be honest with herself, as bad as it was to admit it; she was lonely for a man's touch.
It had been nearly a year since she last had sex. With all that had happened she had almost forgotten what sex was. But, her body remembered. She was not blind to Zahid's lustful gaze or ignorant of his almost constant hard-ons. She had tried dismissing it as childishness and even her own imagination running wild but, the way he brushed past her at doorways, touched her and hugged her, left her feeling uneasy.
Then there was the time she had found herself dreaming that her husband was caressing her breasts and thighs as she slept. The dream had been too real and she had opened her eyes to find Zahid lying besides her on her bed, touching her in 'wrong' ways.
She had slapped him and demanded to know what he had been doing?
He had innocently explained that she had been moaning and he had thought that a massage would ease her nightmarish dreams.
Nargis had doubted this explanation but she had taken no further action.
Now as she stood gazing out into the dark, she felt him watching her, staring at her.
She heard him stir or rather felt him move, it was so tensely silent in the room and yet she hadn't actually heard him stand up.
She turned to find Zahid standing naked by his bed, pulling slowly on his cock. She caught her breath. In the flashes of lightening she saw that he was indeed a handsome man with a good body and a very large looking prick.
""What are you doing" She asked unsure what to say as his body was illuminated by a flash of lightening.
"I am feeling hot, Baji" He said walking towards her "It is so humid let me open a window".
He was beside her, naked and beside her, as he reached to open the window; she felt his hand on her back and his cock press against her hand.
It was so hot So very hot and hard. She gave a gasp and moved away, only there was not enough room and he pressed in closer.
"Zahid" She said, "Pargal hogay kya? Mei Tumare behen ho" (Have you lost your mind? I am your sister).
"You are also a beautiful woman Baji," Zahid said moving closer still.
Nargis was now backed into a corner nervously waiting and yes secretly wanting him. The realization hit her hard and she fought to retain control of herself.
"Zahid" She said harshly "You are not well. You must stop this behavior"
Zahid smiled. He made no other movement but seemed to tower over her.
That smile was so much like her husband's at such times. A 'hungry smile', if there was such a thing. A rapid series of lightening flashes showed her that His eyes were dark and burning with lust, as his tongue wet his lips.
She saw it in a flash of lightening and felt suddenly confused. Her body wanted him even as her mind denied the fact.
More terrifying was the effect that it had on her...she felt her stomach flutter and tighten as her nipples hardened and her choot (Womanhood) became hot and wet with desire.
The realization that her body was willing and ready for whatever he had in mind and, actually wanted it shocked her. She had always tried to be a good person. A good daughter. A faithful wife and loving mother. It was not fair to be widowed at 40. Her husband may have died but she had not. Her sexual needs had not either. The relief that fingers could bring, in stolen moments of solitude, were nothing compared to what she had experienced as a wife of a very sexual man.
Slowly, Zahid backed away and she took her chance to rush to the washroom.
There in the darkness, she stood under the shower and turned on the cold water. It hit her like a slap on her face, as she stood under the stream of water and willed her mind to re-assert its authority over the hormones raging through her body.
Despite her relative youth and good looks she knew that a new husband was not likely. Her sexual life was as dead as her husband but unlike him, it refused to lie still and leave her in peace.
Shivering with cold she stripped off her clothing and dried herself. In her haste she had neglected to pick up any fresh clothing and so she stood naked in the dark washroom wondering what to do.
Finally, wrapping the irritatingly small towel around her as best she could, she opened the door and strained to see where Zahid was. The room was in darkness and totally still and silent. She decided to sneak out to her wardrobe and grab a suit, any suit to wear.
She had just pulled a kamiz over her head (a bra would have to wait) and was bending to pull her shalwar up (panties too could wait) when she felt Zahid's hands on her hips pulling her backwards hard against him.
She felt his super hot tool pressed between her buttocks as he rubbed himself against her damp cool flesh.
She screamed. More in surprise then fear. A loud clap of thunder drowned it out.
"Shut up" Zahid whispered harshly, leaning forwards across her back, her upper body pressed into the wardrobe as his hot breath caressed her ear.
"I won't hurt you," He said, "I love you Baji I really love you"
Nargis was silent her ass cheeks split by the iron hard cock of her youngest brother. As he moved himself against her, his heavy ball sack slapped against her choot. Her hairless slit responded despite her mental efforts, and she shuddered as her choot got wet and her breathing got heavier.
Zahid was kissing her neck and ears telling her he loved her begging her to let him do it.
Nargis closed her eyes and put her head down bracing herself as she parted her legs slightly.
It was an instinctive movement; it was a gesture Zahid took to mean acceptance and permission.
He grabbed his man meat and rubbed the swollen hot head of it along her wet slit seeking the entrance to her choot.
She was so wet; she wanted it
He was sure of that.
She was ready and waiting for him to enter her. She wanted him to fuck her.
She needed it. She was a young widow with needs; he was there to help her in any way she wanted.
Nargis gave a sob as she felt Zahid's long hard Lund split and enter her. She had forgotten how good it felt to be filled by a man's cock. She couldn't be sure but she thought Zahid was longer, thicker and hotter then her husband had been. She sobbed in shame and also in pleasure. She willingly moved her ass in time with his pumping, moving back to meet his inwards thrusts. She may have reasoned that getting him to cum would end the nightmare of incestuous rape, but her body simply demanded quick and total satisfaction.
Experienced gained from many fucks with her husband told her that from Zahid's increasingly panted breathing he was about to cum.
"Under nahin. Bar nikalo" (Not in me Take it out) She yelled panting as her body approached its own orgasm.
"Don't cum in me FOR GOD"S SAKE" She pleaded struggling to dislodge him even as she felt her body betray her and she came.
Whether he heard her or even understood her, she wasn't sure, but he did pull out and shot a series of hot streams of cum all over her shaking ass.
Nargis was still bent over, her face resting on a shelf of the wardrobe as her legs quivered and her sex juice flowed from her recently fucked hole.
Zahid was panting and saying "oh wow Baji I did it I finally fucked you"
Nargis couldn't think of anything to say as she ran shakily back into the washroom and stripped her kamiz off and squatted under the shower She took her time thinking about what had just happened, ashamed of herself, but also relieved. And yes satisfied. It had been she admitted, quick, hard and very good. Probably the best fuck she had ever had in her life. After 20 years of marriage, she felt guilty thinking that but she knew it was true nonetheless. Her husband had never made her cum so violently.
Turning the shower off she realized that the towel she had used earlier was still outside. She called to Zahid for a fresh towel, just as the power came back on.
The washroom door opened; flooding the bathroom with light from the bedroom; (The bathroom light switch was outside and off), as Zahid came in. He was still naked and still very hard.
She didn't object when Zahid kissed her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She felt his arms wind around her in a tight embrace and felt his lips press onto hers as he kissed her. His hard cock sticky and hot against her stomach as he hugged her, his hands squeezing and stroking her buttocks as they stood in the bathroom.
"Baji" Zahid groaned "Oh Baji I love you so much...I could explode," He kissed her again.
It was not an experienced kiss she realized. It was the kind of kiss you learn by watching movies not by practice. It struck her that Zahid had probably been a virgin up on till 30 minutes ago. She had been his first. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. It made her feel funny inside but not ashamed.
He studied her body closely for a minute or two gently stroking his cock and smiling as he did so. She made no attempt to cover herself or turn away. Zahid had caught her at her weakest point. Sexual starvation had weakened her moral resolve.
She didn't object when he turned her away from him and urged her to bend over. She was silent as he teased her choot from behind with his fingers.
"Baji I want to cum in you," He said probing her with his fingers; turning them this way and that. His thumb teasing her slit and sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"No. You can't do that. I will get pregnant if you cum in me," She said quietly "I can't risk that; think of our family honor."
The last word struck her as suddenly stupid. What honor was there now? Her own brother had just fucked her and she had let him do it. What was more she was bent over letting her young brother freely toy with her fuck box and was actually enjoying it.
Zahid mumbled something she couldn't understand and then pressed his thumb roughly against her anus.
She gasped and asked him what he was doing.
"Agar choot witch nahin fareeq kursakhta tho Mei Teri gaand ko pardunga Baji aur is witch munni ki pani dalunga," (If I can't cum in your cunt then I will bust your ass and cum in you there) He said with a steely edged voice of determination.
"Pargal ka bacha Pechay hut harami Hoosh mien ao " (Madman Get back from me, bastard. Get control of you mind) She said with a sudden flash of anger. She Straightening up and tried to turn around to face him and push him away.
"Nahin" Zahid said firmly holding her tightly and frustrating her attempts to turn around. He roughly squeezed her breast and he rubbed his cock against her butt. "Tumari gaand ya tumari choot.eik sai muza lunga mei" (You ass or your cunt. One is going to get pumped) He vowed harshly into her ear.
They struggled but he was stronger, younger and after all, horny.
She was not weaker, but her resolve was grumbling as she felt her body getting turned on by his manhandling of her breasts and the feel of his cock against her ass cheeks.
Nargis stopped resisting him and was silent for a moment. Then she said softly but firmly, "Oil me first".
Zahid gave a whoop of joy and reached up to the medicine cabinet where his olive oil hair oil was kept.
Nargis positioned herself. Bending over and parting her legs slightly, as her married life, experience had taught her.
She felt the oiliness fall onto her butt crack and his finger pushing the oil into her back hole. She saw Zahid's lean muscular legs and saw his hand cup and oil his balls and though out of sight, she hoped his shaft was also being oiled.
Finally after a few minutes of pumping her ass hole with oily fingers, Zahid aimed his cock head at the lubricated target of her anus and pushed.
Nargis groaned holding onto the wall as Zahid pushed into her rectum.
"Slowly" She pleaded She was aware that he was an inexperienced boy with fucking on his mind, so she would have to guide him or end up unable to sit for a few days.
Zahid was neither slow or gentle he just pumped and fucked her ignoring her cries until with a groan he shot his second load deep into her ass.
Nargis panted and cursed him.
Later on that night as Nargis lay in bed struggling with guilt; Zahid lay down beside her and hugged her tightly.
They had both showered and after the fuck in the bathroom. Nargis had dressed cursing him for the pain she felt in her butt.
As she lay there listening to the sound of the thunder now distant as the storm moved off, she allowed Zahid to undress her. He pulled her kamiz up over her head, removed her bra and tugged her shalwar down. For some reason, she didn't understand, her white panties were left on. They seemed to hold an erotic fascination for Zahid. He caressed the fabric of her panties lovingly. Tracing the shape of her camel toe pussy with his fingertips and leaning down between her legs to smell her as he rubbed her slit and clit through the soft fabric. Nargis allowed him to freely feel and explore her body. Zahid's hands, pushing under her panty waistband to continue fingering her as he sucked and squeezed on her nipples, hungrily.
After 10 or so minutes of this pussy wetting, fingering; Zahid lay down on his back beside her on the bed and sucked his pussy flavored fingers as he pulled up and down on his cock.
Nargis watched him silently, her own fingers replacing his at her clit and finishing what he had failed to finish. She came over her fingers in her panties, with a soft almost inaudible moan of pure pleasure.
Zahid took her hand and placed it around his stiff bloated prick. Grasping her hand in his, he began to pump his cock.
He placed his free hand behind her head and gently coaxed it towards his shaft.
Nargis understood at once and adjusting her position she took hold of his shaft and licked the mushroom head.
"Oooooooooooooh" He moaned as she sucked his cock head and manipulated his balls.
"I love you Baji," He moaned softly and Nargis knew he meant it.
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