Family and Friends Ch. 08

By the time Bashir had showered, put on a bathrobe and emerged from the bedroom, we were all pretty high; and laughing and joking and making comments about the singers coming on cable. Bashir ordered room service which arrived quicker then I thought it would but remember I was stoned by this time . The waiter seemed to know Bashir quite well; greeting him in a very friendly manner.

"How are the family Ilyas?" Bashir asked the waiter handing him, what I assumed was a heavy tip.

"All well Sahib Jee," Ilyas answered with a broad smile

He ignored the sight of semi dressed guests, smell of hash and the almost empty scotch bottle on the coffee table and with a polite bow left.

"One day," Bashir began "I'm going to get a girl to fuck that guys brains out, sort of a reward for loyal service. Hey! Servicing for service" He laughed at his own joke but we just looked blankly at him as he laughed.

The girls made no comment and we all helped ourselves to the excellent buffet that Bashir had ordered. There was something to suit everyone's mood and enough to satisfy the hunger now rumbling in our tummies.

The girls ended up sleeping in bed with Bashir and I made myself comfortable on the sofa. The bathrobe wrapped around me which would later on prove a bad idea.

Sometime in the night, I needed to piss and as I passed through the bedroom to the washroom, I made out the figure of Bashir on top of one of the girls fucking.

Next morning, I woke up with a boner (hard on) and decided to put it to use with one of the girls. As I opened the bedroom door, I saw that Bashir had also woken up with a hard dick, and a similar idea.

Samia and Huma were both on all fours, side by side, on the bed, while he took turns fucking one girl's fuckhole before switching to the other girl's.

"Come on Yaar" Bashir said breathing heavily, "The girls will have to go soon".

I had already sheathed my cock in a condom before entering the room, with my bathrobe open. I stood beside Bashir pumping my cock slowly and watching him shaft Samia's delicious looking hole. They both had a good rhythm going, she moved back as her moved forward; Perfect piston action. So it was that I ended up with my cock in Huma, fucking her as she moved her ass back to absorb my thrusts and fuck me too.

After a few minutes, Bashir pulled out of Samia's choot and I pulled out of Huma's. We switched cunts four or five times before I came. It had been an erotic thrill to watch my cock slamming into one girl's hole, while at the same time seeing another man doing it to a girl beside me. I had to reassess my earlier evaluation of Bashir's cock. It might have looked smaller then mine but it was thicker.

I came first so rather then watch Bashir alternate between the offered choots; I showered and made use of the shampoo, shaving foam and disposable razor in the complimentary dish beside the wash basin.

When I came out both girls were lying beside each other chatting. Samia was casually scratching her pubic hair while Huma nodded at something Samia was saying.

"Hi ladies" I said with a broad happy smile on my face, "Where is Bashir?"

Both girls sat up and smiled at me coyly before they stood up either; to move or (I actually think this is the reason) to display their fabulous bodies to my tired eyes.

"Ordering breakfast, Fahad" Samia said as she and Huma walked past me into the bathroom.

"You are welcome to watch us shower together, even soap us up if you like" Huma said with a coy grin adding "You did a great job earlier".

Before I could answer though, Bashir came in. threw his bathrobe onto the bed; wrapped an arm around the waist of each girl; smiled and said briskly "Time to wash you beauties up and get a good scrub down from you both at the same time".

The buffet breakfast Bashir had ordered was a perfect blend of Western and Eastern breakfast options. I opted for eastern style 'Halwa Puri'. I sat eating this, after getting dressed just as Bashir came out winking at me and in a loud voice saying "What a great night." As he loaded a plate with eggs, beef sausages and toast, he asked me if I had enjoyed myself.

I laughed saying "It was hell on earth! Assaulted by sex goddesses all night"

The girls came out together, and my earlier thoughts about their dressing and entering the hotel was answered. They both were wearing everyday shalwars Kamiz clothes and looked very respectable. Every inch ordinary girls, without any make up, but that did nothing to lessen the beauty of their faces.

They ate breakfast with us and we chatted like friends. No mention of anything remotely sexual came up. It was a relaxed atmosphere with a feeling of contentment washing through my veins.

By 9am, their 'agent' came up to collect them and the small overnight bag I hadn't noticed before and that was that.

I didn't offer to split the charges with Bashir. That isn't the way we do it in Karachi. If someone 'invites' you, instead of 'suggesting' you co-finance, you say 'thank you' and make a mental note to arrange for and pay for the next 'function'.

I rang for a Metro Cab as I had decided to head home and get some really needed rest. I felt totally drained.

The Chowkidar (gateman) opened the gate as I rang the bell of my parent's home, and gave me a smirk, as if he knew exactly what I'd been up to. He had a sense of smell, so he would have made out the scent of perfume, hashish and booze off my clothing.

Beena had given me a disapproving look, as she had let me in the house, and tut-tutted loudly as she took my laundry out of the wash basket and I sat in my shorts on the bed after a long shower. Sniffing my shirt she started making a face filled with a look of disgust

I smiled as she left the room, drew the curtains and turned the air-conditioner on low and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Three or four hours later, I woke up with worst cold had ever had in my life, Every bone in my body ached; every inch of it shivered and sweated alternately; and my nose was simply a free flowing river with bongo drums, beating a savage tune in my throbbing head.

I told you sleeping in a bathrobe after a shower, joints and booze was a bad idea, right?

Beena came in and her disapproving look instantly became a worried one . Soon my mother was in chiding me for sleeping in an air-conditioned room without a vest, and that too after a shower. Beena had obviously filled her in.

"Where were you all night?" My mother demanded "You may think you're a man but you owe me a phone call at least. I was worried sick".

Mothers of the world unite, you have nothing to loose except your sons.

A dose of medicine and I was forced back to bed 'properly dressed in pajamas and a T-shirt.

One or two days passed as I drifted from one dream to another, strangely, all my dreams involved fucking someone, well the dreams I remember at least. There were periods when I was woken to be given this or that medicine and food.

One night, I woke up feeling thirsty. I gulped two glasses of water from the thermos beside my bed and looked at the time. It was 1 am and the whole house was silent.

My fever was gone and my head was now only mildly throbbing. I took the aspirin left by some kind soul beside my bed and decided to take some fresh air on the balcony.

A few minutes of deep breathing fresh air convinced me that a joint was just what I needed; proof that I was well again so to speak.

I was sitting on the balcony, in a comfortable chair, (taken from the lounge), smoking one of the fist full of joints, Bashir had shoved into my hand as I left his room, when I heard a car pull up and saw and heard Zainab get out and yell "Mother fucker!" at the driver, before the car speed off and Zainab began to bang for the Chowkidar to open the gate.

I heard a brief exchange of angry words between her and my mother as Zainab came up the stairs. There was a brief argument and doors were slammed. I later found out that Nadia and co had gone to Lahore for a few days. Hence no crying children startled by the noise of the doors slamming

'Boyfriend trouble' I thought to myself and shook my head lazily "Fuck life" I said to myself with a smile.

I sat quietly savoring the joint, the silence and the cool breeze coming in from the Arabian Sea.

I was suddenly disturbed by the mosquito netting door sliding open and Zainab stepping out onto the balcony in her off the shoulder XXL T shirt that obviously she used to sleep in.

She walked over to the balcony railing and sniffed the air; turning her head towards me she said "Give me a drag".

Now this is one of those moments, which sometimes happen in life, when your mouth opens and says something you had no idea you were actually thinking.

"Sit on my lap and I'll let you" I said suddenly realizing that I had just crossed a red line somewhere in the brother-sister code.

To my utter surprise, Zainab didn't hesitate she just sat down in my lap squishing her firm butt around to get settled; leaned her head on my chest and took the joint from my lips and took a deep drag.

My cock twitched threateningly but the after affects of my cold and sheer fear kept it from popping full mast up against her ass. That would have been hard to explain away. Still, there was enough of a 'presence' to make her comment if she wanted to.

We both took turns taking deep drags on the joint until it was finished.

"Got anymore?" She asked me looking me deep in the eyes.

"I got some stuff" I answered "But you might need to get some sleep about now".

"Oh come on!" She said "You sound like Ammi (mum)".

"Ok" I relented "I'll get it"

"Good!" she said getting off my lap "But your room in five minutes OK?"

So there I was; sporting a semi hard on in my pajama's partially hidden by a fresh T-shirt, with two joints in my hand, standing at my open bedroom door; as Zainab breezed in and flopped down on my bed. Her t-shirt hem failing to stay below groin level and she making no attempt to make it.

She got comfortable and said "Close the door, lock it too."

"Come on then" She said with a smile "light the fucking thing and lets get high'.

I handed her the joints and a lighter like some kind of robot. My mind was simply taking in how good she looked on the bed. My BED!

"So what happened?" I asked, sitting crossed legged on he floor beside the bed, my line of vision perfectly aligned with the tiny dent her nipples made in her t-shirt

She took a big drag on the joint and exhaled slowly. I watched her breasts rise and slowly fall with my cock hard as an iron bar despite my half hearted attempts to chill out.

"I caught Zain fucking Alia at the party tonight" She said with her anger just under control.

"And Zain is 'who' exactly?" I asked totally clueless about her group of friends.

"Zain is, well NOW HE WAS, my boyfriend" She explained before exclaiming "Shit! Why did he have to fuck Alia? Wasn't I enough? Fuck, she is my best friend!"

A lot of information had just been dumped on me.

I now knew who Zain was; who Alia was and that Zainab had probably been fucking Zain, on a regular basis.

She puffed away on the joint forgetting to share or perhaps just too caught up in her melodrama to care.

"Alia must have led him on. I mean she dresses like a slut at parties." Zainab fumed.

I just listened and waited for her to go on with her outbursts.

"Where was the party?" I asked when she remained silent.

"Fawad's place, his parents are off in Islamabad, and he had gotten hold of some local vodka and whisky; and well we just all got together as usual, started off chatting, laughing, dancing and making out. Then I needed to piss, so I walk into the nearest bedroom in search of a bathroom and there he is, butt naked humping Alia on the bed" Zainab flowed

"You mean you were not making out with Zain" I asked mischievously.

"No! I was busy dancing with Tariq" She explained "Tariq's hot and a great dancer. Of course Saima gave me dagger looks, she is Tariq's girlfriend but he ha asked me to dance so it wasn't any reason to get upset". She went on.

"Who is Alia's boyfriend or doesn't she have one?" I asked. Hey if she puts out, I want to know her.

"Nasser" She said "Think I should tell him?"

"Wasn't he there?" I asked

"Nasser can't drink, he gets knocked out after one glass" She explained

"The poor bastard is still probably passed out beside the coffee table" She said with a giggle.

"Yaar! Turn the air-conditioner up, its hot in here" She complained.

As I stood up and went to adjust the air-con, Zainab got off the bed. I thought she was maybe going to the wash room, so imagine my shock when I turned around to see her in only a tiny white panty, lighting up the second joint.

"Zainab" I said softly "You are naked"

"And you have a hard on and fuck Beena, so what? Fuck it all and fuck all the time" She was obviously well past reason now.

I picked up her discarded T-shirt up and threw it at her "Put it on and get out" I said in a low but angry voice.

"Oh cut the act" Zainab said suddenly becoming very calm "I have seen the way you look at me. I know when a guy is trying to get into my pants' and I certainly can feel a hard cock when it's pressed against me. OH!" She said in mock surprise "I wasn't meant to notice that 'big thing' when you hugged me and bought me presents, was I?"

"You are stoned and drunk" I said feeling my face go red with embarrassment.

"Yeah right!" She replied "Come sit on my lap" She mimicked me.

"You stupid idiot!" She said before explaining "Why did you think I made so much fuss with my butt in your lap, why do you think I hugged you every time you bought me something? I knew I was turning you on. I wanted to turn you on, I even watched you screw Beena in the store room against the wall. Fuck that made me wet my panties, I was so hot" She said taking a drag "The vodka and joint are just loosening my tongue up. I've wanted you since I knew what 'wanting' meant."

Shaking her head she said with a tremble in her voice "life, Yaar, sucks! I've been sucking Zain off for months; hand-jobbing Asif and before him, what's-his-name, because the one guy I really want to fuck is my own brother. I have to catch my boyfriend in the act of screwing my best friend, I mean, I saw him pumping in and out of her, in order to work up the guts to finally tell you what I feel. Isn't life a pile of shit?"

I stood in shocked silence listening to every word she said and tried to wake up. I was sure this was some kind of mad erotic nightmare.