Family and Friends Ch. 09

(Author's note; this part may make some of you feel queasy, but life after all, is like that)

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Recap:-

I am home on vacation after 5 years. I have prospered, and got all the pussy I needed to satisfy even a sex fiend, like me, during those wonderful years in Dubai.

As your average horny, heterosexual guy, absence of 'pussy', 'choot', 'cunt', 'muff'; whatever you call it, cannot be replaced by frequent solo 'hand jobs' because; A) It is unsatisfying; B) Unhealthy for you and C) Un-natural. This last 'minus' point was the 'advice' of a Hakim (Traditional/spiritual healer)

Still, if there is nothing available, it is better then waking up with your underwear full of 'wet-dream-produced-cum' and your bed sheet damp with a suspicious patch. Especially if you live at home and don't do your own laundry.

So after one month back at home; I have already nailed the house maid and my sister-in-law several times; had a 'quickie-stand-up-bang', for 'old-times-sake' with an ex-girlfriend, and been involved in an truly wonderful orgy with a friend and a couple of high class, high priced and very co-operative call girls.

You still with me so far...? Good! Because here is where I begin seriously doubting my sanity;

Well here is the bombshell that has me all confused: my younger sister; who has been giving me an almost non-stop hard-on since I've seen her after 5 years; is drunk; 'stoned' on hash and wearing only a tight, flimsy panty in my bedroom with the door locked.

She has recently caught her boyfriend screwing her best friend, and has confessed to me that she 'cock-sucks' and 'jerks-guys-off' because, she has really only ever wanted me to fuck her. The ultimate 'forbidden fruit' as it were.

Story resumes:

Excuse, me if I sit down hard, on my bed and stare stupidly at her, with my head spinning and a voice in my brain yelling "WAKE-UP!" repeatedly through my own hashish dazed thoughts.

To say that I have 'conflicting feelings', would only scratch the surface of the deep turmoil I am in. It is what I want but not the way I want it. I've fantasized about screwing Zainab from the day I got home. Fuck! Who wouldn't? The girl was built with the express purpose of making a guy cum till his balls shriveled up bone dry and dropped off.

This is an 'incest-fucking-dream' come true and my cock certainly is interested in sampling the hot, sexy body that Zainab has developed in the five years I have been away and 'teased' (?) me with for the past month.

My mind is sort of stuck in the guilty record groove that "It's a 'stoned' chick that is also your sister and a total "low-life-fucking-shoot-the-bastard' prick would fuck her, while she is out of her senses like this."

If you expected me to jump on her and hump a way, you have never met me and therefore wouldn't know that I don't do shit like that to girls. Yeah! Morality kicks in.....at some point....even for me.

It is at this point that the mix of Vodka-whisky-hashish, churning in her body, kicked in and my sister, suddenly slapped both hands to her mouth, (dropping the XXL t-shirt she held in her hands, that she used as a sleeping suit), turned and shot into my bathroom, from where I soon heard the wrenching sounds of her vomiting into, what I prayed was, the toilet bowl.

I waited until the painful noises had stopped and walked reluctantly into the bathroom.

She was sprawled, her head leaning against the tiled wall in the shower cubicle either asleep or dazed, either way out of it.

The toilet bowl had been the target but, it had been missed several times.

The sight and smell of the vomit caused me to throw-up too, despite attempts not to, I however hit the target; well I think I did.

Made no difference, I still had a mess to clean up and thanks to the invention of the telephone shower and a bottle of Dettol (that I used in my shaving water) I was able to clean the mess up to my satisfaction.

Zainab was another matter, she remained slumped and puke splattered in the shower cubicle until I had cleaned the bathroom up.

So now I have a bathroom smelling like a hospital emergency room and a sister slumped in a corner, locking like she belonged in one.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by a gentle but incessant tapping on my bedroom door,

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled at whoever it was, really pissed off at the situation I was in.

The knocking stopped.

There was nothing for it.

I stepped into the cubicle, picked my half naked, puke stained and stinking sister up, her firm, ripe tits pressed against my chest as I held her up and turned the warm water on.

I held her while the warm water ran over us, drenching me and her. To hold her up I had to grip her ass with one hand and her back with the other. Another time, situation and girl and I would be preparing to slip my prick up her choot.

Her eyes opened, more out of a reflex action, as the water splashed her face and a moan of denoting what, I can't say, came out.

She did however come around somewhat and embraced me lightly as I let the water wash as much vomit off of her as possible.

I spun her gently around so the spray from the shower could hit her breasts and tummy. My hands were on her hip and smooth stomach, with my cock was pressed against her soaking panties wedged in her butt crack. Nature is nature, and a cock pressed up against the smooth semi naked butt of a sexy girl, produces a natural response. If anyone thinks otherwise, I would like to hear from them.

I turned her around again in my arms and held her up and back, slightly away from me and stared into her eyes "You ok now?" I asked thinking to myself 'you silly bitch'.

She nodded slowly, and looked down in what I assume was embarrassment, but she must certainly have got an eyeful, of the semi hard state her butt crack had left me in.

I handed her the shampoo and soap and stepped out of the cubicle dripping wet. Telling her harshly "Wash"

I was pissed off. This was not my idea of fun way to spend time with a lusty chick in my room.

Without thinking, I pulled my t-shirt and pajamas off, threw them into the sink which I then filled with water and Dettol and turning around told my sister firmly "Give me your panties"

Hesitation; as she looked at my naked body; cock now limp, and down at her wet panties, plastered to her choot. The panties were white and thin and I could clearly make out that her fuck box was bald.

Annoyed I just knelt down and pulled them off. She had been eager enough to drop them earlier; now she was feeling shy.

"Women!" I cursed as I threw her panties in the sink with my cloths and began rinsing them. Adding generous amounts of Dettol as I rinsed the clothing clean of vomit.

Call me a freak if you want but I hate the smell of vomit. No matter how many parties I have attended in Dubai, at which some asshole had decided to over-do it and throw up, I never got used to the sight or smell of it, I did note that there was hardly anything solid in Zainab's throw-up, Alcohol and hash on an empty tummy. She had been asking for it!

As I hand-rung the cloths out and watched Zainab soaping her tits and tummy; the soapy water washing down her pussy and legs, my cock twitched back to semi hardness in appreciation. She had a fine, hot body and I questioned myself about whether I would've fucked her if she was sober.

The honest answer is yes. Zainab, sister or not, wanted me and I certainly wanted her.

I forced my mind to stay focused on dealing with the situation at hand. Turning the wash basin taps off, I then stepped into the shower cubicle, took the soap off my sister and scrubbed myself.

I paid no attention to her as she used a hand to hide her cunt and an arm to shield her breasts from my view, and stood beside me.

I handed her the soap and said "Wash my back"

She did with hesitation but I was then too busy shampooing my hair, to care.

She stepped out of the cubicle and dried herself and then wrapped the towel around her body.

"Brush you teeth and rinse your mouth out good" I ordered as I turned around and washed my balls and cock without thinking about it. I noted that she stared at my 'equipment' very hard as I cleaned it up.

Since she had the only towel, I stepped naked from the cubicle and allowed myself to drip dry. I then brushed my teeth and looked hard at myself in the mirror over the sink. Trying to collect my thoughts and figure out what to do next.

When I returned to the bedroom Zainab was lying naked on her tummy on my bed. Her legs closed and her head resting on her arms.

I took a few minutes to appreciate her ass, with the dark 'cross' where butt crack and thigh intersected the line of her butt cheeks and her unblemished back before snapping back into 'action' mode.

I picked the discarded towel up and dried myself as best I could with it, meaning it was pointless really, as the towel was very wet after Zainab had used it.

Then I picked up her XXL t-shirt and flung it at her saying "Put it on" harshly as I pulled a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt out of my wardrobe for myself,

The air-conditioning was at full and I was shivering with cold, so I turned it off.

I stepped back into the bathroom to pick her panties up (I didn't want to have to explain their presence in my room) and I helped Zainab up off the bed, her arm around my shoulder as I opened my bedroom door, quickly checked that 'the coast was clear' and walked her slowly and quietly up the stairs to her room.

I dumped her on her bed, tossed her panties into her bathroom and then looked for a clean pair of panties, in her wardrobe drawer, to put on her. They were all the same size, if not the same style, and I had to conclude that she liked them small and tight.

Maybe a bit of 'self-satisfaction' involved, in her choice choot wear, you know, 'clit pressing crotch'. I am guessing here.

One thing about girl's panties, they are easier to get off then put on; especially when your cock is hard and there is a fresh, smooth choot in poking distance and the girl is half asleep and offering no help in pulling them up.

Why do it? Because I didn't want the first thing my mother or Beena to see, if they opened the door was my sleeping sister's naked choot.

Then creeping slowly back to my icy room, I lay face down on my bed and cursed silently to myself.

Next day, a rather timid looking Beena brought me my morning tea in bed and apologized for disturbing me the night before.

Just what I wanted to hear. A chance to have a fuck and I had been cleaning vomit up instead.

"Sorry, I shouted at you" I said with wink "We can always do something now, just lock the door and take your cloths off".

"No! No!" Beena said looking from my tented pajama bottoms to the open bedroom door nervously.

"Your mother is in the kitchen cooking and Zainab Baji hasn't come down yet" She explained "Maybe later" she offered.

It was then, as I sipped on my tea, that I was told that Naila and Faisel (plus rug rats); were in Lahore and my father was at the shop.

I looked at the clock, it was already past 11.30am. I could just catch a quick nap before mother would call me for lunch, Beena said. "I think you were ill last night. You look exhausted".

I had not opened a window and a faint smell of vomit must have reached her. I could naturally smell nothing as I had slept in the room.

I slept until called for lunch by my mother at 12.30

We were the only two there at the table, my father was eating at the shop.

"Your sister is unwell" was my mother's disapproving and unsympathetic comment.

"Oh? I thought she was out as usual" I lied. Thinking viciously 'GOOD; serves her right for screwing my night up.'

We ate in silence. My mother was in a bad mood and called Beena to take a tray of food up to Zainab.

"If she eats it fine, if she doesn't; to hell with her" were my mother's parting words as Beena took a tray to Zainab's room.

I ducked back into my room after lunch and tried to get some more sleep. There was nothing else to do.

I lay there listening to the sounds of the household winding down for afternoon siesta time and soon there was silence.

I lay yawning more through boredom, listening to the soft purr of the air-conditioning and revisiting last night in my mind without anyone throwing up.

Would Zainab and I have ended up fucking? Probably, she was pissed off at her boyfriend and had confessed to 'wanting' me; confessed to having had hot feelings for me and had very clearly told me that she knew she gave me a hard on.

Thinking about this stuff was giving me a hard on!

So she admitted to 'sucking cock' and 'jerking' a guy or two off. The fact that she couldn't recall the name of one of the guys she jerked off didn't concern me. The crowd she mixed with seemed a flakey brat-packish lot anyway. Probably some drunken party where a lucky guy had gotten his hands on her tits ass or pussy; pressed up against the wall or down on a sofa or rug hoping to sink his Lund home, but being distracted/deflected by the soft, firm grip of his shaft by Zainab's pumping hand.

My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tap at the door with Beena quickly darting into my room and locking the door behind her.

I had my t-shirt off and my pajama bottoms to my knees as she tugged her shalwars down and stepped out of them and walked over to my bed.

She didn't give me time to pull myself free of my pajama bottoms. She got astride me and pinned me down rubbing her wet hot choot up and down my throbbing erection; and kissing my chest and neck passionately.

I just managed to fish a condom out of the bedside table drawer and hand it to her.

If I hadn't, she would have taken me in her 'bareback' and horny as I was, I was also sure that Beena was riding more dicks then mine and I didn't want to catch anything.

She opened the condom sachet and eased the condom onto my prick with practiced ease. Then as I watched with my hands on her hips, she held my man meat; aimed my cock tip at her slit and sank down on it with a long satisfied moan. She was hot, wet and tight and soon was humping us both to an orgasm.

I admit to Cumming first but, still I thrust upwards a few times more until she too had cum.

With no time to lose and a hard cock still eager for a further fucking, I pushed her onto her back and told her to take her kamiz and bra off while I untangled myself from my pajama bottoms and went to flush the condom away and rinse my cock.

She was eagerly waiting for me when I came back and mischievously waved a condom sachet at me as I approached the bed,

Sheathed in a condom, I wasted little time in climbing between her open legs and stuffing my cock up her fuck hole for a long hard fuck that shook the bed and brought gasps and moans of pleasure from her and pants for air from me, as we screwed, both drenched in sweat.

After a long time with my back, legs and buttocks aching with the pace I had set I shot a second load into her heaving panting body, and collapsed onto her totally exhausted but satisfied.

The mood in the house was tense at dinner time that night. I caught the tail end of an argument between my parents who then sat and ate in silence while Beena again took a tray up to Zainab.

I ate with the hunger of a post fuck energy drain and ignored the situation as best I could.