All Comments on 'Our Brother, Our Broker'

You are very naughty ,very lovely ,and very sexy,I would love to get into your panties.I have said before I have many Pakistani and Indian friends ,I must get one to do an english version for me.Come to England you will not be on your own for long.

Very entertaining [once translated]

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Zara you are great, i enjoyed your every story. Please keep writing more stories.

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My younger brother wanted protection in school. He was introduced to a 24 year old local gunda, who asked for my almost pre-teen younger sister for doing the favour. My brother managed to arrange her meeting in a secluded spot with the gunda under a fake pretext. She continued to meet him out of fear and sex satisfaction. One day I saw them both in a hotel, where I had gone for coffee with some friends. Later when I persuaded her, she confided in me. I was 17 and virgin; her detailed account of sex with got me interested. On my insistence, my sister created a situation when she visited a hotel next time. I think he approved me because I was a virgin. The very next week I lost my cherry to that man. Today I am 21, and continue to meet him. Twice we had threesome as well, but it was embarrassing for us sisters. Now we go to him individually.

Arti Joshi

I am Indian (Hindu) housewife, 27; got married in a business family at the age of 19, in the same city in Uttar Pradesh. My parental family also lives in the same city. My two younger sisters (17 and 15) were studying in Lucknow. The city has large population of Muslim community concentrated in several pockets.

Two years after my marriage I encountered a girl in Hijab at a Mall; the girl hugged me saying that she was my classmate in school. I did not recognize her face, but girls change faster with age, and it is always a pleasure to meet an old 'saheli'. After shopping I insisted that she comes with me for a cup of tea, and she agreed. My parents-in-law live in a nearby village, looking after our agricultural land, with my sister-in-law (she was 18 then). My 'saheli' had told me that she is married to a young man working in Muscat; here she was visiting her parents and brothers' families, who lived separately in outside colonies. She often used to come to meet me, because my in-laws' house was in downtown area.

One day she insisted me, over breakfast, to her parents' house in the city, and I agreed. My husband left around 9.30 a.m., so I went after that. We had breakfast, while her parents were gone for shopping in the market. It was Summer time, so she had prepared milk shake. After milk shake I felt dizzy and was unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself lying naked on a bed and one old man, around 56-57, drilling me; there was another older man naked standing a few feet away. My 'saheli' stood smiling watching me getting ravished by the old man.

"Kaisa lag rahaa hai MAMU ka lund? Abbu ne pahle chod liya tha". I was shocked to hear her vulgar language, and I got angry. I tried to get up, but the old man was stronger; he held me down and continued his assault for almost another half an hour till he had shot his load inside me.

"Teri mere Abbu aur Mamu ke saath chudaai ki fim ban gayi hai. Jaldi hi mere Bhaijaan aur chhote bhai, Shakoor ke saath bhi banegi. Hoshiyari mat karna,varna..."

I returned home and cursed myself for having trusted this fake old time 'saheli'

I cannot stop crying to mention that my two younger sisters were raped by them, threatening to expose my getting stray as had been recorded by them, when they had come for my first delivery with Muslim's seed.

POOJA (not my real name)