Family and Friends Ch. 05bydarthewriter©
A month had passed pretty quickly. A great deal had happened and my sexual needs had been taken care of by the house maid and also, unexpectedly by my sister-in-law.
I met up with my friends a few times even gave an ex girlfriend (now married to a friend) a good stand up fuck in the corner of our old college compound, where she was now a lecturer on English Literature, for 'old-times-sake'. It had been the make out spot for almost everyone and from the discarded condoms littering the ground, it still was. Why the faculty administration never cut the two massive banyan trees, that kept the corner secluded, I will never know.
I had not forgotten about Zainab, during this time. It would be hard to do that. Besides, I was not making much effort to curb, my incestuous thoughts, about her. In fact the reverse was happening; I was fantasizing about fucking her in every position imaginable.
Everything she did and wore made it obvious that she was a very 'hot' girl.
She too, favored the 'trendy style' of dressing, with the exception that she tied her shalwars low on her hips. The sight of a thin almost thread-like ,panty waist-band through the high slits at the side of her kamiz shirt tails, always made me smirk and think un-brotherly thoughts. I saw her more and more as a cock tease and less and less as a sister.
If she wasn't my sister, I would be trying my utmost to sink my manhood in her tight choot.
She had male friends; I had found out; and she hung out with her 'friends'. Had some lucky guy plucked her cherry yet? The idea fascinated me. No. It obsessed me. If she had lost it, how had it been busted?
I had faked feeling unwell for a few days, after screwing Beena and Nadia in the space of 36 hours, in order to recharge my batteries.
My mother agreed, that I did look a little pale and had lost weight, since returning home for my vacation.
Nadia also looked tired out after our afternoon in the hotel room.
"You two must have eaten something while you were out" My mother said reprovingly.
'If only you knew ....!' I thought to myself.
My mother insisted on serving me my meals in bed, fussing over me and generally annoying me with 'traditional-home-remedies' that made me feel sick; poetic justice I guess.
After two days of bed rest, I had had enough. I was also eager for some serious screwing. I hopped out of bed early one morning and was at the breakfast table before everyone else.
Beena gave me a warm smile as my hand passed up the back of her highs and onto her ass, as she set a plate of eggs and plate with a fresh Parata (Unleavened bread lightly fried) before me.
"Sorry sahib" She said softly, as my fingers sought to probe between the top of her thighs and give her cunt a little teaser with my fingers, "I am having my periods"
No pussy, but I could always ask her to suck my cock. Somehow, as horny as I was, a blow job didn't appeal to me, just then.
As the family all turned up for breakfast the usual 'question and answer' session about my health ensued and they all seemed happy, that I was feeling well again.
Nadia smiled very warmly and asked me if I could take her out again, for some shopping. My prick leapt at the prospect of another afternoon of sex with Nadia, but Faisel said he would take her, instead. Frustrated!
My mother also had plans of going out so by noon, I found myself quite alone at home. Beena had taken the afternoon off and I was after all, a bachelor at heart. Lunch for me was a cheese and tomato sandwich and a glass of milk.
As I was all alone, I simply slipped on a pair of loose boxers and an old favorite T-shirt with the slogan (HUG ME) all but faded. I looked like a survivor of a ship wreck but I was comfortable.
My solitude was disturbed by the Zainab, who appeared out of her room as I was sprawled out on the sofa in the upstairs lounge watching a movie on cable. She was 'almost' wearing a knee length off-the-left shoulder, blue T-shirt with the word 'Fcuk" printed boldly across the bust. I saw no bra strap on the revealed left shoulder and concluded there was no strap because there was no bra.
Her hair was uncombed and she had obviously just woken up.
"Where is everyone?" she asked sounding slightly annoyed and absent mindedly scratch her groin.
"Out" I answered as she sat down heavily on the sofa in front of me and crossed her legs. Unknown to her, her XXL t-shirt spread with her knees and revealed a great deal of her inner thighs to my eyes. Her ankles blocked the 'real' view, though.
"Fuck I need an aspirin" She said unconcerned at my presence.
I stood up, and offered to get her one.
When I returned she was lying on her stomach on the sofa, her head resting on a hand that rested on a cushion. She was flicking channels aimlessly.
I had a chance to admire her; she absently put the remote down and reached to give her left buttock a good hard scratch. Probably without thinking, she hiked her t-shirt up and scratched the firm soft brown flesh harder. Her pink panties just managed to cover her ass. They were either an old pair, or she liked her panties tight. Either way she was a dream to see.
I walked slowly into the lounge and handed her the aspirin and a glass of water. She sat up, not the least worried or embarrassed at having shown her butt to me. Perhaps in her just waken state she was simply unaware of it. My boxers' slit was parted now by a very hard cock. It was lucky the old T-shirt hid the shaft and cock tip from Zainab's view.
I sat down beside her as she took the e aspirin and drank the water.
"Heavy night?" I asked casually assuming her later rising and headache to something sinister like a drink party, maybe with a bit of foreplay if not sex?
She put the glass down and leaned her head on my shoulder yawning as she propped her legs up and put he hands between her them. She didn't care that this bared her legs for my hungry eyes.
I put my own hands in my lap to hide the bulge in my t-shirt caused by my erect throbbing cock.
Zainab's unwashed hair smelled of something very familiar to me, Hashish.
"Smoking joints nowadays" I said, trying to keep my voice light and non-judgmental
She said nothing but shrugged her shoulders; probably waiting for a lecture.
"If you have a joint, at least share it" I said seriously
Zainab sat up and looked at me with a half smile "You serious?"
I nodded "Fuck! I'll give the cash for some good hash or decent booze, if you have a link" I offered smiling warmly.
"Cool Yaar" Zainab said resuming her position on the sofa, only now her legs were slightly parted, and her hands rested on her stomach.
We chatted the rest of the afternoon. My arm was draped around her shoulder in a 'brotherly' fashion but my hand longed to seize and squeeze the firm breast millimeters away from my finger tips. My eyes made out the slight bump of a nipple, through the cotton t-shirt and I licked my lips, as she continued to lean her head against my shoulder and chat about her life, friends and plans for the future. The sound of the driveway gates opening alerted us to the return of some family member.
"Shit!" Zainab exclaimed "Ammi will freak if she sees me dressed like this"
I too headed for my room, anxious not to be seen with my dick poking out. I just got into my room as my mother opened the front door.
..................... The house hummed to the usual rhythm of life till dinner time.
Nadia had made her 'special' rice dish which everyone appreciated especially me.
"This is so tasty!" I exclaimed "Nadia, there is magic in you. Faisel you are a lucky man".
Faisel beamed as he spooned the rice greedily into his mouth and I slid my foot out of my house slippers, and played 'footsie' with Nadia's feet and stroked her legs, while repeating the words "Pure magic in you, Nadia"
The rest of the family thought it was the food; Nadia understood my real meaning and smiled at me warmly.
The rest of the evening went as usual, although I noted that Nadia bent much lower then necessary, when handing me my tea. This gave me a generous view of her breasts through her low cut neckline.
I was fast asleep when someone lay down beside me and shook me awake.
I was in my usual loose boxers with the usual hard-on, poking through the slit in front.
I felt a soft small female hand, eagerly pumping my dick as my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw Nadia smiling at me
"Come on!" she whispered "Fuck me hard. I have been hot for you all day. Just try and be quiet".
She was nude and lay on her back with her legs open, rubbing her slit as I pulled my boxers off and moved on to her, guiding my prick head to her wet pussy opening.
We fucked hard and fast; struggling to avoid loud moans and groans as we humped.
Nadia kissed and licked my hairless chest and even bit one of my nipples hard. I bit my lip to stop calling out in pain.
She mocked me with a smile and poked her tongue out at me.
I repaid her with a hard, tight slap on her right buttock that made her gasp, and her buttocks quiver slightly. Her butt was firm but after two kids, her body had retained an appealing layer of fat. It sort of rounded, and enhanced the curves without being unsightly.
All this while we were fucking; humping; screwing; whatever you want to call it. It simply would not have fitted the romantic definition of 'making love'. We were two lust crazed animals taking our pleasure from each other. Obviously, her body wanted satisfying as much as mine did. Faisel had denied us the chance earlier so now we were making the most of it.
I rolled onto my back, rolling her with me, my cock still firmly lodged in her cunt. A few slaps on the butt and sucks of her nipples got her humping me like her very life depended on it. I heaved my hips and butt up, off the bed, as she came down on me. I wanted to drive my cock as deep and as hard as I could into her wet oven of a choot.
We were both bathed in sweat as my hands pulled her butt cheeks apart and my left index finger teased, probed and finally sank into her rectum. The woman looked up at the ceiling, fist in her mouth as she withered and bucked; and then I felt her pussy grip me in a velvety-iron grasp as she came.
I quickly moved her onto her back and as she enjoyed the pleasure of her own orgasm, I gave her two or three hard, deep shoves with my lund, balls slapping against her sweaty, cum coated buttocks; I pulled my cock out and shot my creamy load of seed up over her stomach, breasts and chin, in four or five silvery threads..
She lay panting as the last drips of semen fell from the tip of my cock onto her pussy.
"Why did you pull out?" She asked after we had rested side by side, catching our breath.
"I wanted to" Was the simple and truthful answer.
Nadia wiped herself with a towel and slipped back into her night, suit before quickly and quietly heading back to her own room.
I didn't bother with a shower either, I just washed my hands and prick, toweled myself dry; pulled on my discarded boxers and lay face down on the sex stained, sweat dampened sheets of my bed. I soon fell into a deep satisfied sleep.