Family and Friends Ch. 13

Zainab was doing it again; going out early, and staying out late. My mother and she had daily shouting matches over her behavior. The word 'slut' was traded and I think my mother actually slapped her a few times. If you knew my mother, you would know it takes a lot to get her 'physical'.

"What will people say?" Ammi wept. "She'll end up with a bad name and no decent proposals".

I have often though that Jane Austin, the great authoress would have understood my family perfectly.

Rida tried reasoning with Zainab, and across the breakfast table, one morning and was given 'the finger' by Zainab, which made me smile and made Rida furious.

"Why do you do it?" I asked her after Rida had shouted herself into a crying fit, a tendency of hers.

"Because," Zainab said leaning in close across the table and smiling mischievously "I fucking CAN!"

No arguing with that logic. No complaints about looking into her sparkling lynx eyes either.

"So" She asked leaning closer across the table again and fixing her innocent gaze on me "You still angry with me about Zain?"

"Nope" I lied "You can fuck your life up all you want. None of my concern" I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

In fact the idea that Zain was feeling her body if not, screwing her, made my blood boil but, what can you do? The girl was old enough to make a real mess of her life and she seemed determined to do so. This conversation was in hushed tones but actually the sound of Rida's melodramatic sobs would probably have covered up a normal conversational tone.

"Oh don't say that Fahad!" She said her eyes pleading with me "You of all people must love me even when I am bad and reckless. No matter what I do or say, love me always".

I couldn't make out if she was messing with my mind or what. Her eyes and voice said 'things'; her smile said something else. She knew me; knew that I had the hots for her; she could be 'playing' with me 'teasing' me.

It was the way she smirked that made my stomach flutter, yes; she was teasing me; no doubt about it. The way she brushed an imaginary bread crumb or something from her bust was a tease.

"I hope nothing went down my kamiz and into my bra cup" she said softly winking at me.

You already can guess what state I was in. The girl made me blush, a new experience for me.

Naila looked at me strangely and then looked at Rida and raised her eyebrows in an expression of defeat and annoyance. Rida was still crying and making a fuss over Zainab's rudeness.

My father and mother pressed Zainab to apologize but Zainab simply got up and blew us a kiss as she left the room.

I watched her walk away with a smile on my lips and a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.

She turned her head, perhaps sensing my eyes on her and smiled at me.

She had caught me 'checking-her-out', which is what I had been doing without realizing it. I was embarrassed which was uncomfortable for me.

I was checking my e-mails when I heard my mother and Zainab yelling at each other again. Something to do with keys....

Then the study door was flung open, startling me, and a very angry looking Zainab burst in and said "Drive me Fahad, the 'witch-of-the-east' has hidden the car keys".

Just then the 'witch' (Ammi) came in and ordered me NOT to take the 'beysharam Randi' (Shameless whore) anywhere.

The 'Randi' and 'Witch' then attacked each other, and a cat fight was well underway by the time I got up and put my self between them. I faced Ammi as she tried to slap around me to get Zainab.

I took firm hold of my mother's hands and said "Ammi stop it. CALM DOWN. You too Zainab".

They both hurled insults at each other as I pushed them apart.

Naila and Rida came in and soon order was restored.

"What the heck is going on?" I asked them both.

"Look at her!" Ammi yelled "Look at how she is dressed!"

I did. Zainab was in her usual jeans and t-shirt, her white bra clearly visible through the thin cotton of the shirt and her jeans hugging every part of her hips ass thighs and groin in a truly beautiful way. I swallowed hard and said "She always dresses that way".

"She dresses like a slut; talks all night to boys and hangs out with them all day doing what? What do they do? What do they talk about? The price of onions?" Ammi was in a really bad mood; 'Onions' had been mentioned.

"What happened" I asked Zainab who shrugged and replied that she had no idea.

Rida started off on Zainab. Big sister; big noise and big finger back off Zainab.

There was almost another cat-fight but, I managed to pin Rida down on the sofa before she could jump on Zainab.

"Stop it" I yelled really losing my temper now. I was getting stressed out by these women.

"Get in the car Zainab. Naila take Rida out somewhere and calm her down. Ammi, don't start again" I said pointing a finger at my mother; I sensed she was about to say something 'colorful'.

I was in shorts and a t-shirt and had not planned going out but to ease the situation, I slipped some slippers on and asked my mother for the car keys.

She was about to start off again but I said firmly "Don't! ', and held my hand out for the car keys.

Zainab sat with her arms folded and an angry pout on her face as I slowly drove around aimlessly. .

"Ok what happened?" I asked after 20 or so minutes, pulling up under a tree near Park towers.

"Ammi is ridiculous" Zainab said looking at me before saying "take me for a coffee at Park Towers".

"Jee Memsahib" I replied giving her a salute, which made her smile.

It was as we entered McDonalds (the only place actually open) that Zainab said "Ammi found my pills and freaked out'.

"Pills?" I asked "What pills?" My heart raced with concern. Was she sick? Was she doing drugs in a hard way?

"THE Pill, you know birth control" She explained with a smirk "Surely your partners use something or do I have nephews and nieces hidden away?"

"Heck No!" I said seriously "I am careful and so are my partners" I muttered a silent prayer that it was true.

I bought the coffee and sat down in a quiet corner with Zainab thinking about what she had told me.

"Well, at least you take precautions" I said lamely secretly cursing and envying Zain for humping my sister.

"Well" Zainab said "It is the 21st Century and girls do have sex drives, although in Ammi's case that probably isn't true. She probably kept her eyes and mouth closed every time Papa 'did' her".

We sipped our coffee in silence and then I said 'excuse me' and headed to the rest rooms to take a piss.

I was just washing my hands when the door opened and Zainab darted in. Before I could say anything, she had pushed me into a cubicle and locked the door.

She then wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long, hard, wet kiss on the mouth. I responded by opening my mouth and darting my tongue into hers. It was a hungry kiss. Fuck I wanted her!

We kissed passionately for long, hot minutes as she ruffled my hair and worked her groin against mine.

My hands were on her ass and back pulling her tightly against me; my cock enjoying the hard yet soft feel of her against it.

The sound of a guy whistling and humming a Pop song, as he pissed in the cubicle next to us, brought me to my senses.

I looked at Zainab in shock and released her.

She put her finger to my lips to hush me, her eyes indicating the guy's presence beside us in the next cubicle.

I was stuck, trapped really. How can you explain a girl in a men's room cubicle to Mall security?

Zainab slid down me and despite my attempts to stop her, undid my shorts and fished my hard Lund out.

As we silently fought, she got hold of my balls and squeezed them hard. I cried out.

The whistling stopped in the cubicle next to us. Then resumed.

I had frozen in fear but Zainab had used the moment to pull my shorts and briefs down and grab my shaft firmly.

I watched in fascination and lust as she expertly licked my cock up and teased the piss slit with her tongue.

I sighed fighting to keep the sound in my throat and not 'disturb' the guy next to us.

I clenched my fists into balls as my ass twitched nervously and Zainab took my swollen pre-cum and spit coated cock head into her mouth and sucked me.

I remember hearing the flush next door go, and the sound on the 'whistler', washing his hands and leaving the rest room.

Zainab was really doing a great job on my cock and despite myself, my hand took hold of her head and I started to fuck her mouth gently as she sucked me.

She teased my balls and butt crack with her fingers and soon, too soon really, I felt my balls erupt and the semen shot along my Lund into Zaianb's mouth.

I had tried half heartedly, to dislodge her as I realized I was Cuming, but she had adamantly held on to my cock and moaning with pleasure, she had drank every drop of my spunk down into her tummy.

Zainab casually stood up as I heaved and panted trying hard not to make a sound; she kissed me and left the cubicle.

I sat down hard on the pot and slapped my face hard. Then I pulled my shorts and briefs up and exited a few minutes later. I was shocked; happy; guilty and sweaty as walked over to where Zainab sat with two fresh cups of coffee.

I sat down in front of her and stared at her nervously, my heart was fluttering and my stomach had butterflies as I looked in confusion at her.

"Why...? What...? Shit!" I said all at once.

Zainab smiled and stroked my hand with her finger tips.

Reality slapped me back as I heard Zainab say "Hi guys, meet my bro".

I turned to see two guys and two girls walking over to us; the girls getting the attention of everyone in the place, 'heating' the males and annoying the females as they walked over.

My first introduction to Zain was a shock. I mean a real shock to me. Not the type of guy I had pictured for Zainab at all.

He was tall and painfully slim. His hair was long and oily and he had dress sense of an L.A. rapper/gang member, who had gone color blind or something.

This guy was fucking Zainab? I was stunned.

Alia was there and she looked so chaloo (easy) that, she should have put a Taxi sign on her head and charged by the minute. Her clothes just managed to cover the 'strategic' zones of her body, but left nothing to the imagination.

The other girl was Samia who was dressed like Alia.

The fourth 'friend' was some short, sweaty guy with a skinny frame and spiky hair. He was Daud and was Samia's brother or cousin or something like that. I was still slightly shocked by all that had happened and the sight of Zain.

"Excuse my bro yaar" Zainab said "He is a bit unwell; I have been taking care of him". She winked at me and I am sure I blushed.

The gang sat down and started talking some 'foreign' language that I could barely understand. Urdu-Americanized English slang, mixed with generous helpings of Punjabi swear words, that all involve incestuous acts with a female relative. They spoke with ease and speed, laughing and joking, as I sat there and wondered when I would wake up.

We spent the rest of the day 'hanging out'. Zainab with her hand in mine while Zain wrapped his arm around her waist and we walked around 'Park Towers Mall' window shopping and being noisy...

Several older people gave us looks of disapproval, but the mall security were too busy checking out Alia and Samia's (the clone) asses and tight t-shirts to say anything.

We sat down to lunch in a smoke filled café as Zain and his friends took turns smoking the Sheesha (Arab pipe) The smell of vanilla flavored tobacco filled my senses as we sat squeezed onto two small sofa.

I noted that Alia was busy squashing her ass against her Daud's cock as she sat in his thin lap and talked to him.

Then the guy's legs started moving and I knew he was moving his aroused cock against her ass as she squirmed in a dry hump (simulated sex).

Alia whispered something to him and after a few minutes, she head off to the rest rooms and he followed soon after.

Zainab smirked at me as Zain rubbed her thigh and Samia offered me a French fry.

It was late, when Zainab and I drove home. We had to drop Daud and Samia off first though. They sat in the back and when I checked the rear view mirror, I was shocked to see Daud's hand rubbing between Samia's thighs over her crotch as she squeezed the bulge in his shorts. Cousins, Sister and brother? What was their relationship to each other?

Zainab put her hand between my legs as I drove away after dropping Daud and Samia off.

I didn't stop her as she squeezed my cock and put my hand between her legs.

I parked close to our house in a seclude dark lane and reached across to grab her and kiss her.

There in the darkness, we made out; my hands exploring and squeezing every inch of her body that could be reached, given the confines of our position. My fingers managed to feel the bald flesh of her choot but could not reach the slit and the fuck hole I longed for.

I got another blow job as my hand forced its way under her jeans and panties to the soft firm flesh of her ass.

Zainab soon had me spurting my seed into her mouth with a mixture of expertise and the eroticism of the situation. After she had swallowed my cum, for the second time that day, we drove home in silence.

The world as I knew it had been turned upside down by the swiftness and nature of events.