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My name is Nadia and now I am 38 years old. I was born in an upper middle class household of Lahore, Pakistan. My father, may he rest in peace, was an Air Force officer and my mother was a housewife. Both of them were extremely beautiful in their own right and did have an excellent personality and an excellent aesthetic sense. It was reflected both in their dress, the décor of our house and the classy parties they threw. I have two brothers, both younger to me and one sister, who is elder to me. The frequent postings and movement of my father from one corner, of my country, to another did not do any good to my academics but all my other siblings did well. It, however, gave me a good exposure to elitist environments, prevalent in the forces.
As far as I remember, my parents, here I would call them M and S here, were very unorthodox types. They were married after a turbulent love affair and they were very open in the expression of love to each other. Many times, we siblings, saw them embracing and kissing each other. My earliest memories tell me that our house, regardless of the station of posting of my father, was always a hotbed of social activity. My parents had lot of friends and they all were frequent visitors to our place. Lots of parties and late night sittings, to which we were no part, were common in our house. Then we also learnt that both of my parents were drinkers and although we were not allowed to do so, they never tried to hide this from their children. They both were very good parents and did bring us all the care and love. They groomed us and taught us to be like them. I am very grateful to them for all they did to make me what I am now.
I remember, when I first had the menstrual bleeding, my mother took time to make me understand the facts of life. She continued these lessons as I grew up. She told me about sex, very openly and told me to enjoy it to the fullest. She was also very objective as far as the dos and don'ts were considered and the crux of these lessons was, "not to be embarrassed of your sexuality and enjoy it to the fullest". At the same time she told me that in our society, this is not a commonly shared belief and one should never get into a situation that brings bad name to oneself, and more importantly, the family. When I started developing breasts, she was quick in telling me to take care of them. My elder sister, Najia, who was three years my senior, also passed her knowledge to me readily. She was definitely more advanced than me in knowledge.
It was during these days, when I was growing up, I came to realize about the beauty of my mother. She had large breasts and well shaped behind. Rest of her was trim and tall. In those budding years, I and my sister used to envy her. We also realized that our mother was not very interested in hiding these traits from others while she was at home and even during the frequently thrown parties, she never tried to subdue her assets. Our father was always very appreciative of her looks and dresses.
My father, may he rest in peace, was a high flying officer, in every sense of the expression. He was smart, both physically and mentally. He was a very loving person and took all possible measures to give us what we wanted. He was not the type of person to discriminate his kids on the basis of gender, but we sisters were his favorites. During my budding years, I realized that he had distanced himself a bit from me and my sister. When we used to quiz him as to why this was happening, his answer was always a smile and denial. He used to say that when the time will come we would understand. Mother explained to us that our growing sexuality was the factor and since we were doing well in this department, our father was distancing himself from us. She told us that it was not that he did not love us anymore, but it was because first-blood relatives were supposed to keep some physical distance between themselves. She also mentioned that sexuality is a phenomenon that is liked by all and these social and religious bindings are there everywhere.
As me and my sister grew up, we were told firmly by our mother, that in the event of a party at the house, we should not try to peek around or get comfy with the guests. She told us that at the right time, we will be told what we needed to know. Although, this advice, was followed by both me and my sisters in letter and spirit but we use to listen lots of laughter, clinking of glasses and occasional shrieks from the female guests. Both of us used to wonder a lot about it but never tried to transgress the advice given by our mom.
Our younger brothers, Nasir and Nadeem, were still kids who were too gung ho to bother about anything other than their favorite pastime that was sports. They were both athletic and tall. Our father was a bit stricter towards them and particularly when it came to their studies.
When my sister was about to turn 18, mom took her to shopping and when they came back, my sister was a bit lost. When I asked, I was snowballed casually. I noticed that she was acting a bit strange and when the day of birth drew nearer, she was getting more wound up. When I confronted her a bit more solidly, she told me to wait till I myself turn 18. On her birthday, there was a huge party thrown and unlike other parties, where kids were not a party, this one did include all us siblings and our friends from the base. When my sister cut the cake, she chose to feed the first cut to our father. After the cake and food, the party again was turned into an all-adult affair and all those younger, me included, were shooed away. The party, however, did not last long and soon it became a very quiet house. Najia did not join me that night and I wondered where she has gone. I slept fitfully that night.
I woke up very late and when I went downstairs to the dining room, I found all my family sitting there barring Najia and dad. When I asked mom, she told me that dad and Najia have gone on a trip to Muree, a hill station, and it was a gift from the side of dad on her turning to 18. After the breakfast, my mom, took me aside and told me that she knew that I was confused and perplexed. I was told that I should not worry and it was all something good that will be known to me in due course of time. She also told me to keep my mouth closed, if I observed something changed and different, and not to discuss anything with the younger brothers and also no one from outside the family. This little lecture made me more confused and curious. I anxiously waited for the return of my sis and dad.
They returned after three days and both of them did act differently. No longer was my father distancing himself from her and I was starting to feel jealous with my own sister. The more warmer their relationship became, more colder I became towards them. Conversely, her behavior towards me became more loving. She took my coolness very maturely and never got agitated when I did something childish. She became more like my mother, both in behavior and appearance.
Immediately after their return, she was given a separate bedroom and this infuriated me a lot. When I confronted my mother with this, she told me that it was just to give Najia more living space. Najia's room was not an out of bound place for me but she, at times, did guard her privacy rather severely. Her room now had more luxuries and her wardrobe multiplied each passing day. Dad showered her with gifts and sometimes her gifts were outmatching those given to my mom. Najia, now, was a partner to both mom and dad in most of the activities less the parties. She, however, threw her own parties, inviting her friends to them. I noticed that her parties were also similar to those thrown by mom and dad except for the age group.
Najia's closeness to our father took me very close to my mom. I noticed that mom's social activities are on the increase and she was spending more time out. She was also acting a bit different. We spent long hours chatting with each other. She told me about the love affair of her with dad and was very open with it. She told me that they were neighbors and their affair started when dad joined Air Force. She told me that she lost her virginity to dad and after that there was no turning back. She also mentioned, in rather vague terms, that dad introduced her to the breaking of taboos and she was not at all repentant about anything.
After two years, Najia was engaged to a distant maternal cousin. Her fiancé, Shahid, was living abroad and was 5 years her senior. He had just started on with a career in law and was very handsome. The engagement ceremony was a fun-and-frolic affair with lots of guests both local and foreign. Najia looked stunning in her dress. While dressing her up, I came to realize that she had indeed turned more beautiful with her age. The transformation from a minor to an adult had made her curvier and she was simply great. I started to envy her.
Her marriage was planned in vicinity of my 18th birthday and it resulted in me and her spending lot of time together in shopping. A month prior to my birthday, while we were out for shopping, she took me to a fancy restaurant. That lunch was a surprise and after that I understood everything. On that afternoon, many mysteries were unraveled in front of me. It is not at all difficult to recall the conversation that took place 20 years ago and it went on like this: -
HerNado (my nickname), you know I am both happy and sad that I am getting married.
MeYes, I can guess.
HerNo Nado, you cannot even think about my reasoning.
MeWhy? It's a simple phenomenon. You are happy because you are getting married to a very handsome and rich guy. You are sad because you will be going far away and will miss us all.
HerYou are wrong and right at the same time. You are right he is handsome and rich but that is not the reason why I am happy. Yes, you are also right that I feel sad because I will be going to states with him but I am not going to miss all my family equally. I will be missing dad more than anyone.
MeYou see, my reasoning was more right than wrong. Its not different from what you say.
HerNo it's different. Let me be more specific. He is handsome but he is no match to dad. His being rich is no attraction to me.
MeWhat dad's looks got to do anything with him? Dad is our father and Shahid Bhai will be your husband. I hope you know the difference.
HerBoth of them are men and I know one but not the other, that is what bothering me. Oh! I love dad so much, how will I live without him?
Me Najia, it's not only you who love daddy. We all love daddy and I am sure he loves us all too.
HerYes, I know you love him too, as do Nasir and Nadeem. I am talking about the love that is like between mom and dad.
MeWhat? How can your love with dad be like the love between mom and him?
HerOh yes! My love with him is definitely different than the love that is their between him and mom. Ours is more mazedar (delicious).
MeWhat do you mean, mazedar, is it something to eat?
HerHa ha, it is, sometime. He is delicious.
Look Nado, my love with dad is like the love of mom and dad but it's more exhilarating as it is something which is taboo.
MeTaboo? How can love between father and daughter be taboo?
HerWhen fatherly love becomes ---------------------------physical, it is taboo, isn't it?
MeWhat? What the hell you are talking about? Obviously he seems to be touching you more, but ----------------------, I don't get it.
HerNado, lets go, I will tell you when we go back home.
We completed our shopping and headed home. I was playing and replaying our conversation. I was now thinking that my sister was having some sort of crush on my father and most of it might be her imagination. While she was driving us back to home, she started talking and it was good that she was driving, otherwise I would have definitely crashed the vehicle. She told me that a month prior to her 18th birthday, mom took her shopping. While shopping, mom took Najia to various stores and bought her lots of things that included dresses, shoes, jewelry and cosmetics. Their last stop became a famous and classy lingerie shop where mom chose most of her outfits. Those were indeed very sexy, not to mention their cost, which was exuberant. While trying those items, Najia asked mom as to why were these items being given so special attention. The answer took Najia completely by surprise as mom told her that it's what papa wanted. Her sudden burst of curies was cut of by mom and she was told to be patient.
After a complete array of sexiest possible lingerie was purchased mom took her to a Fast Food joint that was famous for its private booths. There, she started by telling Najia that their family was a very special family that placed love at the top. She then told her that a very important dimension to love was the physical one. She continued and told my sister that ever since Najia and I started budding into puberty, it was becoming increasingly difficult for dad to hold himself away from us. When, out of sheer love, he used to hold us, our growing bodies made him, unintentionally though, lusty. He tried to control himself by getting more into drinking and, for a short period into drugs like hash and marijuana. When mom discovered this, she knew how dangerous, and even fatal, drugs could be to a fighter pilot. When she confronted dad, he told her the cause, albeit after lot of resistance. Mom said that the well being and happiness of her husband was very important to her. Further, this talk did not repulse her into an extreme reaction. Definitely, mom did show some reaction, but her reaction was controlled and with sheer dedication and tact she got dad out of his potentially fatal affliction of drugs and over-boozing.
Dad's confession about him being attracted towards his own daughters brought even closer to mom. For two years, off an on, they discussed this topic and amazingly, this discussion made their lovemaking more intense. They even got into role playing (here Najia explained me about this term, that was new to me), and enjoyed it a lot. Mom told Najia, that this shopping out was planned by mom and dad with intentions of telling Najia too think about it for a month. She was told to keep the decision to herself till her birthday.
When her fantastic narration reached this point, we reached home and I was too stunned to notice this. Najia took me to her bedroom and told me to wait and she went outside. I was in a state of shock and too many conflicting questions were popping into my mind. I never knew when Najia came back and was brought to the senses when she presented me a can of non-alcoholic beer. She herself was holding an unopened bottle of wine. She placed it on her dresser and went to washroom. When she came back she was wearing a gown. I had already finished my drink and she opened her bottle of wine as she started off again, "you remember, on my birthday, I presented the first piece of cake to dad. It was my way of saying yes. Later when the kids were sent packing, the party of adults soon started consuming all sorts of wines. I had my first taste of booze in that very party.
"The party continued for a short time and when the guests were seen off, me, mom and dad sat drinking together. There, I was asked specifically about my decision and I responded by hugging dad with all my love and passion. At that point, mom cut us off and said that we will have ample time to get physical and it was time that rules of the game should be laid. She had obviously planned this very thoughtfully. She told me and dad that all this amounted to breaking of lots of taboos and it was best that it should be kept a closely guarded secret. No one, and absolutely no one, was to know about it. She also told dad, somewhat mockingly, that she was not jealous unless he acted chivalrous in the same manner when the time came. She told me about the three days holiday with dad at Muree and also told me that all my needs for the trip are packed in the car. I and dad soon departed, but only after he kissed and fondled mom, vocally expressing his thanks to her for all this. We literally departed from home like honeymooners. All through the journey, not much was spoken I laid my head on dad's shoulder. A very nice and isolated cottage, owned by a family friend, was where dad took me.
I sat there listening to my sister and was too stunned to say anything. She continued her tale and told me that they both, more importantly dad, knew that they had complete three days and he did not hurry Najia up, like a teenager, into sex. He obviously knew not to force himself on my sister in a hurry. And she realized it now that if he had done it even a bit immaturely, despite all her willingness, the matter would have fouled up. In the cottage Najia had, at least initially, a separate room. She unpacked her luggage and found all the shopping from that particular trip with mom. She took a long and refreshing bath and changed into a very nice dress. Dad, dressed immaculately, was waiting for her in the lounge. Then they went for a dinner and talked a lot. He told her to again think about her decision and she replied by telling him that she loved him so much that nothing mattered.
She continued, "On the drive back to cottage, dad told me to drive. While I drove, he stared at me like a man possessed. He also caressed my upper arms, my neck and my hairs. He told me that I looked so beautiful. All this talk and touches was making me strangely woozy. Finally we reached the cottage and he told me to prepare coffee. We took our coffee on a terrace that was affording us a very romantic view. During coffee, dad suggested me to dress into something good and wait for him in my room. After the session he kissed me lightly on my lips and left for his room.
"I also went to my room and opened my stuff, trying to think what I should wear. Finally I gave up and waited for dad in the same dress that I was wearing. When he came, wearing a gown, I told him to tell me what he would like me to dress into. He laughed and told me to wear a Sari and I did as I was told. When I came out dressed into the sari, it was dark in the room except for the light of a lamp. In this low light, I saw him gazing at me with lust. The sari was crimson and the blouse was sleeveless with a plunging neckline. He held me in his arms and kissed me passionately on my lips. I had seen lots of kissing, between him and mom, but it was an exhilarating experience for me. It came naturally to me and I started kissing him back. He caressed my naked arms and my back. My boobs were pressing hard into his chest and my arms were around his back. His palms then started traveling sideward and soon those were touching my breasts from the sides. His kiss and touch was doing funny things with me and soon I was short of breath. He started unwinding my sari and I was left in my petticoat and blouse. He embraced me again and while kissing, groped my buttocks. His touch sent shivers of excitement through my body and I held him tightly.
At this point, I told Najia to give me a break and also a drink. She told me that I should wait for a month more for alcohol and instead brought me another beer. She resumed her narration, "he then made me sit on the bed and knelt on his knees in front of me. He disengaged from my lips and descended downward, kissing me on my neck with occasional nips with his teeth. I was drenching wet by this time and it was all a new but amazing sensation for me. He then went down further and kissed my cleavage, which thanks to mom's choice, was generously visible and amply available to his lips. His kiss there, started, what I know now, was my first orgasm. When I came back to earth, he was smiling and then went on to ask me again whether I want him to continue or not? My reply was silent but bold; I undid his robe, and there he was, in his briefs, tented obscenely forward. He then started undoing my blouse clasps, one by one and soon I was in my new bra, which I remember very much to be black. The color beautifully contrasted with my fair skin and dad remarked something to the same effect. He then, somewhat hurriedly, undid the clasp of my bra and my boobs were there, all exposed for him. He was losing control as he attacked my boobs with hungry kisses and when he took my nipple into mouth, I shrieked with joy. He told me that I can cry and shriek as loud as I wanted as no one was there to listen. He kept on sucking my tits, alternating his attention from left to right and soon brought me to my second climax.
"When my orgasm subsided, he was beckoning me to get up and as I stood up, he undid the cord of my petticoat. It slithered silently to floor, caressing my legs on its way down, and I was left with nothing but my matching panties. He, ever so slowly, pulled them down and in no time I was totally naked. He again made me lie down on the bed with my legs dangling down. He then kissed me down there, my cunt, and it was like throwing a match into petrol. I felt my body on fire and started moaning loudly. The more noise I made, more passionately he kissed me on my cunt and he was literally devouring my juices. It was soon too much for me and I cried out loud as orgasm after orgasm hit me. I literally fainted and when I woke up, he was there with an expression of dread and worry, written all over his face. I kissed his mouth with passion and told him that I love him.
"I asked him to get up and when he did, I took off his briefs and his manhood was in front of my face. I kissed it gingerly, which made him groan. This reaction made me more inquisitive and I licked his manhood with the tip of my tongue, again there was a groan, even louder this time. He told me to stop and when I looked at him negating his command, I saw his face contorted with lust. I kept on licking his cock and when he opened his eyes and looked into my upturned eyes, it was my turn to shriek as something hot and sticky struck me on my lips. Soon my whole face was drenched with his sperm. He told me it was a bit too much even for him to stare into the eyes of his daughter, who was licking his dick with an eagerness of a child licking a lollipop. This reference of him made me laugh and I again licked the lollipop.
"As it was the first time for me, I hurried into the washroom to clean up. He followed and for the first time we were looking at each other with full lights on. Believe me Nado, I still remember that sight. We had a long shower, he washing my face and then he started lathering my whole body. I in turn, returned the favor and saw him getting a hard-on again. We returned to the bedroom, embraced into each other's arms and kissing passionately. We then lay, side my side on the bed. He asked me again whether I wanted to go further and I replied by holding his cock, taking it to my vagina and trying to get it into myself. He told me to hold on and got up from the bed, searching for something in the pockets of his robe. When he came back, he was holding a pack on condoms and soon rolled it onto his erect cock. He said it was necessary as I was not on any birth control.
"I lay on my back and he again knelt to kiss my pussy. It was soon wet and then he told me to be brave as it might hurt. Instead of getting frightened, I cried loudly and told him to hurry it up. He, however, took his time and made it easy for me. Off course the first time his cock started entering my virgin cunt, it hurt like hell and I even told him so. He went down on my breast and started sucking and biting my sensitive nipples. This drew my attention and I was suddenly jolted by a bolt of excruciating pain as he thrust past my virginity. He lay still for a while and as when he sensed me relaxing under his ministration of my tits, he started moving. Pain was soon overcome with a feeling of pleasure that took me to heights of pleasure, I never imagined. I had, may be, five orgasms as he started pumping his cock into me, getting faster with each stroke. I was literally wailing and crying, cursing him and telling him to move even faster. That session lasted for around half an hour before he groaned into a powerful climax of his own. I still remember the thick and hot jets of his cum ejecting into the rubber. I felt so fulfilled and satisfied. He lay upon me for sometime and kept on kissing me on my face and tits while telling me how lovely I was.
While Najia was telling me, I was absentmindedly touching myself all over my body, specially my tits and thighs. I had consumed two tins of beer and was so lost in her that that continued.
"We lay like that for some time. He got up and lifting me in his arms and moved towards his own room. Straight away, he took me to the shower and in the brightly lit washroom; I saw traces of my virginal blood on my thighs. He washed me thoroughly and took time in exploring my body. He was continuously telling me he loved me. When he through with his inspection and perusal of my body, I did the same. He was all smiles and soon took me in his arms, showering me with kisses. We both took time to soap each other's body and his cock was again roaring to go. After some hot and passionate kissing, he beckoned me to bend down and when I did, he entered me from rear. This time he was pretty rough and I loved my body being thrust forward with each of his powerful stroke. The splashing water on our bodies was an added stimulation and his hands were crushing and pulling my tits. I came numerous times and when he filled me again, my legs were almost lifeless and he carried me on to his bed. We lay in each others' arms and were soon asleep.
"Our rest of the stay in the cottage was pretty much the same routine and we acted like newlyweds. For public view, we were like normal father and daughter. He bought me lots of gifts and these included sexiest undergarments and costly jewels. We both had lots of fun and discussed our past and future. He told me that I would have a separate bedroom on my return and this would facilitate him and me in having our fun. As for future he told me that it would be difficult for him to live without me when I get married. I straight away told him that I was not interested in marriage, but he only smiled and kept quiet. We returned and as promised I was having an exclusive room for myself, which mom had herself decorated and furnished.
"For the last two years, he has been fucking me in every way possible and whenever he can afford to do it. Most of the times, he comes to my room. When he abstains for some reason, and that happened a very few times, I used to sneak to the master bedroom, joining mom and dad. You know, mom is so great that she never objected and rather welcomed me. Many a times, she joins us and it was her who introduced me to the pleasures that only a woman can give to another. You know when dad is away on some of his official commitments, she comes to my room and we have done lots of physical loving. She sure is in an enviable shape and is very well versed in all sexual varieties.
"My getting engaged to Shahid is a very mixed sort of thing. I know that I have to get married, but I don't know how I am going to live without the dad. This question bothers me a lot. And you are one lucky girl, who will probably enjoy so much in my absence".
I was too stunned to say anything. I just sat there and looked at my sister, who looked to innocent to me to believe any of the things she has just told me. I was also wet 'down there' and my state of confusion + arousal was obvious to my sister. After some five minutes of silence, while Najia nursed her drink and I stared at her with blank eyes, I was able to open my mouth.
"Najo, I can't believe all this, you involved sexually with mom and dad? Isn't it a sin?"
My sister laughed at me and said, "Yes, all this is true and what if it's a sin. Its so good and its harming no one".
"What about your husband? Will he not object to you not being a virgin?"
"Ha, ha, you are so naïve and innocent, Nado. He and his family have been living in states for too long. He told me when he met me, that he would like a sexually experienced lady as his wife. He had had his share of virgins", was my sister's response.
"And what about you, dad and mom?", I asked.
"What about us, we will continue all of it whenever we can, actually dad is waiting for my marriage too anxiously. He wants me to bear his child and he plans to fuck me right after I spend my wedding night. Mom is on board for all this, and we have planned all the details". These revelations were making my head spin. I could have never imagined my family to be this open.
"You know, before my marriage is scheduled, your eighteenth birthday is coming, whom you would choose; me, mom or dad? I would definitely like to teach my sister what all I have learnt". Najia was saying with her hands on my chin and I was too dizzy to respond.
The party was going at full bloom and it was difficult to listen to anyone in the ensuing noise of the party crowd. Mom and dad were beaming to the guests as we kids were having a great time with our friends. It was my first time that I was attending 'their' party. I was amazed to see the various ways people were dressed up. Nice and decent friends of my parents were dressed rather provocatively. To add to my amazement, everyone commented upon everyone, some did this in a blatant and obscene manner.
I remember one of my dad's colleague commenting about the goodness of my mom's body by saying something peculiar about her fairly exposed and prominent tits. Dad just laughed it out by saying, "------but the knockers of your wife are great too, a bit of sag is what is normal at her age". It was only when mom chided them and reminded them about the presence of the kids that they shut themselves up.
The party was on my birthday and I was dressed for the occasion, though not outrageously like the adults in the party, but still my white dress was sexy. It clung to my body and accentuated my good enough curves. My neckline was a bit deeper than what I usually had in my dresses.
Najia too was wearing a dress that was a combination of western and eastern culture. A sleeveless shalwar kamiz (shirt and baggy trouser), which showed her ample cleavage. Her dress clung to her well rounded curves. She was being treated like a queen in the party and even my father's friends and bosses were ogling at her. She was beaming with pride as a result of all this attention that she was getting.
Soon the time came when I cut the cake. As I blew out eighteen candles, one by one, I was thinking fast. "Is my decision right?", "How would my family react to it?" What would they think of me? "
I blew out the candles; I cut the cake with my hands shaking. I got hold of a small piece and held it, a bit too long, and then turned towards mom. I offered her the cake and everyone clapped again. I looked in her eyes and saw a look of extreme amazement. Then I looked towards dad he was looking like a fighter pilot returning from a grueling mission. I looked towards Najia; she was smiling while a big boss of my dad was having an arm around her lower back, rather on the side of her hips.
The dinner started and everyone had his share, with lots of wine. Najia was not left alone by my dad's boss even for a minute. He made sure he touched her whenever he got even half a chance.
I saw dad drinking more and more and I was perplexed and thought again about my decision. Then I smiled over some thoughts and went to him. He was holding a drink in his hand and was looking lost. As I approached him, he looked towards me with questions in his eyes.
"Dad, I love you and I love everyone else in my family. Tonight is not the end of life." I said to him.
"Oh! Nado, that's no problem. I and your mom has always believed on the freedom of choice, and now how can I object upon your choice." he replied while offering me a drink.
I took the drink and wanted to continue the conversation but the same friend of dad, who had earlier commented about mom's bosom, walked towards us.
"Your daughter sure has grown up." he said to my dad while looked at me lecherously.
"Not the way your daughters have." dad said, in a rather funny tone.
I excused myself and walked towards mom who was standing with few of her friends. When I got near her, she introduced me to her friends. I mingled with them and enjoyed their gossip. I looked around to find Najia but she was nowhere to be found.
I excused myself as the wine had straight away hit my bladder. As I went upstairs towards my room, while passing by Najia's room, I heard some strange noises. I moved closer, I heard Najia moaning and got worried. I got near her door and opened it slowly. What I saw was both baffling and erotic for me: My sister was riding on my dad's boss's face and she was totally nude. Although I opened the door with care, she was able to take note of me and she smiled. I closed the door and hurried to my room.
There while sitting on toilet, I thought about my family. Incest was on, so was my sis fucking my dad's boss. My head started spinning and perhaps I dozed off on the toilet. I woke up with someone tapping on my shoulder. As I opened my eyes, I saw my sis standing over me, adjusting her clothes. I was able to make out that she was not wearing her bra and her nipples were clearly indented through her shirt. I got up and went out of toilet with her.
"Baji (elder sis), what the hell is this, why the dad's boss?" I asked her.
"It was dad's wish, otherwise he is too old for my tastes." Najia replied, while straightening her dress.
"What! Dad asked you to fuck his boss, why on earth, for god sake?"
"You know Nado, dad is in the promotion zone. Why should I not help him rise, after all he has done a lot for all of us," said my sis with a smile while adding, "Come on lets go downstairs, guests must be leaving and we must see them off."
As we both headed down, we saw guests leaving. Mom and dad were seeing them off. Dad's boss was also there, he said thanks many times to dad and mom. Dad looked a bit out of his true self and I don't know what the reason was; offering one of his daughters to his boss or missing the opportunity to take the cherry of his second daughter.
When all the guests left, mom sent our younger brothers to their room. I, Najia, mom and dad were left there. No words were spoken for quite a long as we all sat in the drawing room.
"Nado, you surprised us all. We were not expecting you to be so unconventional." Said dad.
"Dad, I am confused. I don't know whether my decision is right or wrong. I just fancy mom, she has been so accommodative in our family." I replied as I snuggled closer to mom.
"Nado, I love you. It's not only that I have been accommodative. The things we are doing, within the family and out, have given me lots of pleasure and joy." Mom replied as she put an arm around my shoulder.
Mom took me in her arms and kissed my cheeks and forehead repeatedly. When she separated herself from me, I could see tears in her eyes. She addressed dad and said, "Looks like that she is different from her sis."
"Yes, she indeed gave me a shock of my life." replied dad. He moved forward and kissed me on my cheek, just a fatherly peck. After kissing me lightly, he leaned forward and kissed mom passionately on her lips, inches away from my face. It was something very erotic, seeing him kiss mom at very close range.
"Darling, it's because of you that we all are enjoying, I was so close to getting addicted and wasted when you came to rescue me." He said to mom.
After having some more chit chat, while dad kept on kissing mom, Najia seemed to have had enough of watching, "I think we have wasted quite a bit of time. Let move on. Dad, don't worry you will have enough of both of them after I get married."
Even on that day, when I was myself poised to enter into incest, Najia's comment made me blush. Dad got up after listening her but not before he kissed me, a bit more passionately before they left. I could felt his tongue touching my lips for a few moments and then he was gone with my sister.
Mom and I followed them upstairs. We saw them getting into Najia's room and the door was closed behind them. Mom looked at me and smiled as she must and have seen a look of mile bewilderment on my face. Then we went to the master bedroom. Mom told me to make myself comfortable while she went to washroom. I sat there waiting with anxiety, waiting with a fear of unknown. I heard water splashing in mom's shower and suddenly I myself felt dirty. I decided to change into something comfortable and so I left for my own room.
While on my way to my room, I passed Najia's room and heard all too familiar moaning and humping voices. I held myself with an extreme effort from having a peek at my sis and dad. On reaching my room, I hit the shower, had it quickly and changed into my sleeping dress. Nothing too flashy, just simple shalwar kamiz, that was loose to allow me comfort. Without drying my hairs, I proceeded to mom's room. Najia's room, as before, was emanating sounds of love.
As I opened the door of mom's room, I found it dimly lit and reverberating with light music that felt good to my ears. I found mom lying on the bed under her covers. I halted for a long moment at the door with lots of questions simmering in my head.
"Oh! You went to shower and change. I thought that you have changed your mind."
"Mom, I took the decision after a lot of thinking, I won't change my mind." I said while standing in the doorway.
"Then why are you standing there? Come here, we have a lot to talk." She beckoned me to her bed.
I took few steps needed; she got to a side while lifting the bedcovers as I sat on a side of bed, still with my feet on the floor.
"Are you gonna run, it seems you have lot of questions in your mind," she said while patting me on my back.
Her touch sent shivers down my spine. I slowly lifted one, and then the other foot, and lied on her side, still managing some space between us. She brought one of her hand and touched my forehead and then took it to my head and started caressing my scalp. Her touch was both electrifying and soothing at the same time.
"I know! Your mind is having a whole bunch of curies squirming. Just don't bother. No one is allowed to force one's will in this house. Everyone is free to do what he feels like, but if it involves someone else, then the consent is must." She said while she ran her fingers through my scalp and her touch was relaxing me.
"Nadia, if you don't want to follow on the footsteps of your sister, or for that matter, if you don't like the ways that we follow in our lives, you are free to live as you feel like. No one will force anything on you." she continued while gently playing with my hairs.
"Mom, its not that--------, that I don't like you,----------------- or anyone else way in the house. It's just that I don't know much about the reasons. Mom, I love you, and all my family and I very much hope that I would also enjoy like you all do, but I want to know certain things." I replied while extending my hand to her's and holding it.
"Nado, ask what you want. I am all ears." mom said while she took my hand in her's and place it over her chest, after passing it behind her neck.
"Mom, I saw Najo-------------------, with Mr __________________ (name not needed), -----------------------------, you know, dad's boss. Errr-----------, she was having ------------------------------------ sex with him. She then told me that she was doing it because of dad's wish." I was feeling very hard to frame my speech.
Mom shifted her position and turned towards me while lifting herself on her elbows. I was able to have a glimpse that she was wearing a light gown. As she lifted, I was benefited by a close up view of her ample cleavage.
She then placed her cheek on my shoulder and said, "Nado, what your sis did, was with her own free choice. You know, your dad is in promotion zone. Your dad's boss had an eye on Najo for a long time but we avoided. Najo, however, came to know of it somehow and was all willing to help your dad. So it happened. And by the way, it was just fucking. Your dad had fucked his boss's family a lot of time." Mom was whispering all this in my ear as her warm breath breezed lightly over my neck.
"You know Nado, when I and your dad got married; we were just like ordinary newlyweds, just a bit more communicative and kinky. It all started when we were posted to Peshawar, back in 70's, and I felt that your dad is a bit lost for a couple of days. He was trying to avoid me. I confronted him and he revealed that the base commander's wife was after him. He was a real stud and that particular lady was nothing but a painted tart. He told me that she has threatened him that if he did not comply with her wishes, she would get him grounded. For your dad, flying was a passion just as I was." She kept on saying and now she was again lying on her back and my hand was back on her chest.
"He had initially refused the lady, but was very perturbed over the whole issue as he was expecting to get grounded. I was also shocked but loved him so much that I told him that he should fuck that bitch, if that's what she wanted. After all, I told him, that it was just fucking, not love." With lot of tentativeness, I started exploring her bosom, and she responded by bringing her arm to my thigh.
"He did fuck her, and did it throughout our stay at the base. We made our rules and stuck to them. He would always tell me about the 'dates'. He would also relive all the details of fucking that bitch."
"The lady was very horny and was addicted to all forms of sex. She revealed that her hubby was a homosexual and was infatuated with a couple of tough looking guys and he would get his ass fucked like a mad man. The lady felt neglected. Your dad told me that she was fond of blowjobs and felt good when degraded in bed. She liked her ass fucked in a rough manner." By this time we both were actively exploring each other. My shalwar was wet near my groin and I could feel mom's nipples rising to my touch.
"All these narrations made us hot and we fucked like people possessed by some evil spirit. We realized that my decision was a good one as your father rose in rank steadily and our relations also improved. He got good reports and we lived happily." I now had my fingers prying into her neckline and she was pulling the cord that held my shalwar.
"One night, after he had come back from one of his date and we were having sex, I asked him, what would he feel if some of his boss asks for me? Your dad went quiet for a long time and then said that his answer would be "no". I asked him the reason and he replied that he won't sell the body of his wife for promotions. He said it was not enjoyable to fuck without love. I agreed with him." Mom had removed my shalwar and was now turning her attention towards my upper body. I, too, was not lagging behind as by now her gown buttons were all open.
"He then asked me, what would be my reaction to such a proposal; I replied jokingly that if the guy was good, I would definitely think about it. We both laughed like mad. I told him later that it was just a joke." I was fondling mom's tits and she had my neckline devoid of any buttons.
"He was not done yet and put up a hypothetical situation in front of me and asked, 'Suppose you are willing to have sex with someone else, who would he be, or she be?'" Mom's touch on my boob was electrifying and I responded by pulling her nipple.
"I tried to avoid the question but he was adamant. After a lot of cajoling from his side, I named a friend of his; named Ali (not the real name). He went into deep thought and later asked me the reason." Mom was lightly caressing my tits and I was returning the favor in kind.
"I told your dad that his friend was good looking, humorous and his wife seemed to be sexually content." Mom pulled me toward her and I lifted my face and placed it between her tits.
"We had a lustful session of sex afterwards. He took my ass, and it was not the first time though. We have been experimenting with everything within our bedroom since our wedding." Mom continued and I started licking between her ample tits. She was now groping my tit and her intensity increased as she felt my tongue in the valley of her tits
"A few days later, on a weekend, he called me from base that I should arrange for dinner for two guests. I enquired about the guests but he stone-walled my question." I slowly took my lips to her well projected nipple and heard her moan.
Mom's narration was revealing new secrets to me. Mr. Ali was a family friend. His daughters were our schoolmates. Unfortunately, Mr. Ali died in a crash, few years ago. Our family was still in touch with his widow and daughters.
As she lay beside me her body was emanating a heat that it gave an impression that she was running a high fever. We now lay face to face to each other with mom's hands on my back. I had my hands on her now boobs and her skin was smooth as silk and warm. She caressed my back and went lower to hold and caress my buttocks.
"When your dad came he saw me busy with dishes. He checked the progress and asked for anything that I wanted from the market. I again asked, who the guests were, and he told me that I will not be disappointed. He then told me to wear a black sari, that he gave to me on our wedding anniversary and I instantly understood that he wanted me to show off."
I had shifted my hands and was now caressing over her back and I could just feel the swell of her buttocks as it rose prominently below my exploring hands. Mom held me close and kissed me on my neck. I replied back by kissing awkwardly on her lips. The kiss lasted for few seconds and we exchanged saliva; overall it was wonderfully erotic.
"That particular black sari had a blouse that showed off a lot. I had never worn that in public and it was only for your dad. He soon went out to get the things I told from the local market and returned when I had already completed cooking."
"I went to shower and asked your dad whether he wanted to join me but he declined saying that we should better save our best for tonight. This comment made me take longer time in the shower and I even shaved my cunt. For reasons unknown, my cunt was gushing with moisture."
I moved my hands over mom's sides under her arms and again felt her breasts. They were as firm as those of mine, just a bit bigger. Her nipples were now fully erect, like pencil erasers, may be a bit bigger. Feeling my hands on her tits, mom replied by placing her lips on my nipples and I just went mad with lust. She sucked gently for sometime and I was drenched down-under.
"When I returned after having my shower," she resumed "your dad went in. He took lot of time and when he emerged from the shower, I was dressed up in the dress he had asked. He commented that I looked marvelous. While I was putting up make up, the bell rang. As I was already dressed and my make up was also over, I went to answer the door."
"To my surprise, Mr. and Mrs. Ali were there, all dressed up and looking a magnificent couple. So this was the surprise, I thought and my mind instantly recalled our conversation regarding Mr. Ali." Mom continued with her narration while pecking my bosom with her lips and I was also treated by occasional licks.
"Exchanging pleasantries, I ushered them into our drawing room. While we were busy in having a chit chat, your dad joined and mingled with us. My heart and mind were racing and lots of questions were coming to them. Suddenly I became conscious of my dress, but seeing Mrs. Ali dressed the same way, my shyness soon vanished." Mom put a hand behind my head and gently pushed me to her bosom. I hungrily went after her erect nipple and started sucking like a baby. I also kept my ears open to her narration.
"As it was dinnertime already, I excused myself and went to the kitchen. Mrs. Ali joined me to help. She was dressed in a sari that was white in colour. Her skin was a bit darker, and the white color suited her fine. Her blouse was sleeveless like mine and showed a bit more of her ample tits. We arranged the dinner on the table and called our hubbies. I sat by the side of your dad and Mr. Ali was just opposite to me."
"During the dinner, the discussion jumped from one topic to another and finally the Base's Tart came under discussion. Obviously, Mr. Ali was also had something to do with it as his wife smirked when the boss' wife came under discussion."
In the meantime, mom's hand had gone down and she was feeling bare skin of my thighs. I was too numb with the sensations that I just kept on sucking mom's tits. Mom explored the front for sometime, gathered some moisture and went for the crack of my ass.
"After dinner, we had coffee (still we had not started drinking). The Tart again came under discussion. Mrs. Ali started cribbing that such sorts of ladies are maligning the environment of the Base. Mr. Ali interjected here and said that the tart was actually spicing up their sex lives. He received a playful slap for this comment by his wife. She further said that it was only because of the understanding she had with her hubby that their relationship has not suffered. Mr. Ali said something commending her accommodativeness. Your dad also talked about the same things, in context of me. On this, Mr. Ali replied with a lot of appreciative banter, which was rather flattering, regarding me. I remember, he even went on to comment something about me being big in all aspects, both at my heart and above my heart. His wife gave him a shove with her elbow."
Mom was exploring the crack of my ass and for a few fleeting moments she even touched my asshole. A shiver ran, both up and down, my spine as my mouth emanated a moan and my cunt gushed more juices, wetting mom's fingers.
Mom continued her narration, "Mr Ali then started talking directly to me and said, 'Bhabi (brother's or friend's wife), my wife has been so accommodative. Without her my career would have been ruined'. I replied by saying, 'Bhai sahib (Brother, not real brother, but it is customary that wives of officers use this terminology to address their hubby's friend), I also got shocked when I heard about all this, but in the end, I think it's a good deal." Mom licked all my juices from her fingers and paused for a few seconds.
"To this, your dad said, 'Yes, indeed it's the greatness of my wife that I am continuing with my flying. And at the same time, we are enjoying our sex life to the core'. To this blatant reference to our sex lives, I blushed."
"He continued addressing Mrs Ali, 'Bhabi (brother's or friend's wife), we are now very open in our bedroom affairs, I hope you two are also enjoying the same benefits of this sexual taboo'."
"Now it was the turn of Mrs. Ali to blush and her hubby added to the crimson that spread across her cheeks by saying, 'Yar (friend), each time I get back home after visiting the tart, your bhabi extracts all details of the encounter. Then, most of the times, on her insistence, we try it too'. He continued giving graphic details of one particular night when his wife demanded that he fucks her in the ass, that too, without any lubrication."
Your dad returned the favor by giving explicit details of our various sex encounters to Mr. Ali. He went on to mention that particular night's conversation when I had shown my liking to Mr. Ali." Mom by now was herself very wet between her legs and out of curiosity; I too brought my fingers to my lips and gingerly tasted her juices. The taste was good.
"Upon mention of his name, Mr. Ali got real exuberant and said to me that he also liked me a lot. His wife gave him a shove but she got the shock of her life when your dad told her that he was infatuated by her."
"Both I and Mrs. Ali were blushing. Despite that our hubbies took the discussion more and more towards sex and discussed openly about their sex lives. Now they were openly, rather vulgarly, commenting about each others' wives."
"Finally Mrs. Ali got fired up and started by telling that how their sex life had been affected due to her influences. She jokingly said that her hubby was mostly fucking her in ass and was doing her little in her cunt, except for using his tongue."
"Mr. Ali, as he was sitting with her, mockingly slapped her on the back and said, 'Darling, since you are after my friend, I must tell you, he will also not worship your cunt, he is also under the same spell.' Your dad broke into laughter as I was still getting to the meaning of this sentence. Mrs. Ali was turning deep crimson."
I was by now wet and my fluids were making my thighs were getting flooded. Mom's hand was again in the crack of my ass and she did insert her little finger deep into my bowels.
"As I got up to get more coffee, your dad held the hem of my sari, and due to my motion in the opposite direction, it started to open. I was sort of prepared for all this and did all to get out of my sari. I was left in my blouse and petticoat. He then invited his friend to have a more clear look at my boobs."
"Mrs. Ali shrieked but her hubby held her by placing his strong arms around her and started disrobing her, rather focefully. He kissed her violently while he tore off her blouse. She was now naked up her waist and her bra was lying on the floor, torn. Her tits were a bit smaller then mine but very beautiful. I just could not take my eyes off her."
"Taking advantage of my distraction towards Mrs. Ali, your dad undid the knot of my petticoat and let it slither down. I was nude from my waist down. He then called Mr. Ali and started to open up my blouse buttons, one by one."
"Mr. Ali forgot his wife and started ogling at me. Your dad stood behind me and while taking off my blouse said to his friend, 'Ali, you told me many a times that you have been lusting after the tits of my wife, now look, look at them, they are real good.'"
"Replying in kind, Mr. Ali, took rest of his wife's clothes and soon she was buck naked. Your dad, on the other hand, took his time and my tits came to view of our guests much later than they both were naked."
"As my boobs got free, Mr. Ali forgot his wife and started towards me. Your dad whispered into my ear and told me to enjoy and left me for Mrs. Ali. Our drawing room was soon reverberating with sounds of passion as both couples savored each other's partner. The passion took over shyness, if there was still left any, and we all participated with full eagerness."
By now I was also fingering mom in both her orifices. She was also dripping wet and I was making her more wet by my continuous sucking of her tits.
"After that episode of swinging, there was no turning back. We were doing it for pleasure as much as we were doing it for the sake of your dad's career. We became popular and all these parties are part of this."
"We did it in all forms; sometime both of the friends screwed me in all my holes and sometime I witnessed them doing the same to Mrs. Ali."
Mom was up from bed and bent upon me. We embraced each other. All that narration of the sex lives of my parents and proximity to my hot mom had brought a sense of urgency to me. Mom took me in her arms and we kissed passionately savoring each others' lips. I was holding mom by her buttocks and she was busy in sucking my tits.
Natural instinct took over my naivety and I closed my lips over my mom's nipple and mom suddenly inserted a finder up my ass. I was wet with desire and mom took full advantage of it. Soon we both lay naked in each others' arms. We were kissing each other while our hands explored all our bodies.
"Oh! Mom your tits are still so firm and so big. Did you not feed any of us siblings?"
"Not only I fed you hungry kids, but your dad and some of his friends were crazy of my milk too. It's just my good luck, regular exercise and people's attention that is keeping them up." She laughed.
Mom descended her lips on my virgin boobs and soon it felt that a gentle fire had engulfed me. I was delirious with pleasure that started at my nipple and spread in my whole body. The sensations took over me and soon mom was waking me up from my first orgasm.
"Nado, I love you. Just lie still and let me make you happy". Mom then went down between my legs and soon I was feeling her tongue on my inner thigh. The contact was broken and I felt her breath over my pubic hairs. Suddenly, as her tongue touched me on my cunt, another orgasm erupted in me and then it was a rollercoaster ride of orgasms. Mom took her time and controlled the game. She sometimes licked my whole cunt in big strokes of her tongue, while at other time she swallowed my clit in a way that I feared that she would bite it of.
I was soon beyond me and when I got to my senses again, mom was sucking my tits.
"You are more passionate then your sister. She is more into guys. But let's not get carried away. Your dad is still yearning to have you."
I smiled and kissed mom on her lips, I could smell and taste my pussy on her lips. I asked her how I could return favor. She smiled back and sat on my face and while going down again on me said, "Just follow what I am doing to you."
That was my first sixty nine and since it has become one of my favorite ways of enjoying sex, regardless of the gender of my partner. Me and mom, kept the lovemaking on till the morning.
Early in the morning, mom was in the shower when I heard a knock at the door. After getting up and dressing as much as I could, I opened the door. There my dad and sister were holding each other, rather obscenely, both in their gowns.
"Nado, you are a real screamer, we are lucky that our house is in a far corner of the base, otherwise it would have been difficult to find excuses for the concerned neighbors" my sis remarked while dad held her with his palm vigorously fondling her tit.
"That's what you should have catered for. You went to Murree with dad, where no one was there to hear your screams. Dad, you owe me a trip too."
"Nado just ask where you wanna go, I will take you; or is it your mom with whom you want to go?" Dad said while he left Najia and took me in his arms.
"May I?" he said gently as he brought his lips close to him. In reply, I took his lips with all the passion I could muster and said, "I love you dad and my cherry is still yours."
My brother in law was pounding like a man possessed into my cunt. Sounds of his body slapping against mine were mixed with usual love music of 'unnhhhhhhhhhhh---------------ahhhhhhhhh-------------fuck me'.
It may sound strange why did Imtiaz Bhai, as I affectionately referred him, would be pounding his sister in law, leaving behind my beautiful sister. In fact, right as his hubby was having his tool deeply entrenched in me; Najo was having a 'farewell fuck' with dad at the house.
She had asked me earlier, to do her this favor, by distracting her hubby, who had been fucking her endlessly since their marriage. It was only a couple of time that Najia was able to rekindle her love life with dad after a month of married life. And on those two occasions too, they only had time for quickies.
"Oh! Nadia, your cunt is too tight in comparison to your sis', I wonder who was that hunk who had been loosening her cunt", Imtiaz said while he gave me those gut wrenching jolts.
We were in his friend's house, who was off to work. We were here after a lot of flirting that he resorted to, right after we took off for 'shopping'. I was happy to play naïve and help my sister out, who was desperate to have one lasting love session with dad, before she immigrated to US.
"Imtiaz Bhai, aap to mujhe flatter karne ki koshish kar rahe hen, Najia Baji aisy nahin hein (Imtiaz, you are just trying to flatter me, Najia is not like that)." I replied to him as I silently quipped in my mind "you idiot, she is not having a loose cunt, it's only that you have such a small cock."
He was sucking my tits and I was again getting horny. I desired, in the bottom of my heart, that I should take his cock, smeared with his and mine juices, into my mouth. As 'nice girls' are not supposed to do such things here in Pakistan, I resisted the temptation and waited for him to take the initiative.
"You think I have a pumpkin instead of a head, off course I know she is not a virgin, and nor am I. I know for sure that she had been fucking around. I just don't mind what she did in her past life", he said while rising from my boobs.
"Off course, I would not like to stop her even after our marriage, but I would definitely like to be present and participate in all her outings", I felt him pulling and twisting my nipples.
'My dear brother in law', I said to myself, 'some things you will never know and beside, I don't think you would be telling your score and targets to my sister'.
"Please ub chalen, yahan koi aa gaya to kia ho ga" (Please lets get going, what if someone comes), I pleaded him, as I thought it would be appropriate. On the contrary, I wanted him to fuck me at least one more time, the more Imtiaz Bhai fucked me, the more fucking will Najo get from dad.
The thought made me jealous, dad was such a good lover compared to Imtiaz and the thrill of him pounding his cock was just marvelous. Add to it the pleasure of doing it without any reason of hiding something and being brazen and it was more than just fun. I have, by now been fucking dad since six months, same time period since my birthday. It happened not long after he and I had the first kiss after my night with mom.
My thoughts were broken by intense jolt of sudden pleasure that my cunt started having with the ministrations of my brother in law. He was lying with his face between my legs and was sucking me like a pro.
May be his long stay in US has made him such a good licker. I forgot about Najo and dad as the pleasure was too intense. Imtiaz Bhai was indeed good at what he was doing.
He had been doing well. Najo told me that after her wedding night. Even this session with him, that started with harmless flirting, had transformed into s steamy hot sex session, was very much attributable to his skills.
Najia never told me to do this, she just asked me to keep him busy. I too was convinced about it. After all it was not a good projection of our family morals that I hop in bed with my brother in law. It was fun but it could have implications for all of us, particularly for Najia.
Imtiaz Bhai was licking and sucking my cunt and he did mumble something, presumably something to do with taste, but I was too preoccupied with my pleasure that I hardly understood.
In order to avoid sounding sluttish, as I was afraid I would become if I get carried totally away by his expert tongue treatment, I started thinking about the way it started.
As soon as I and Imtiaz Bhai had driven off in a car from our home, Imtiaz Bhai started off by saying nice things about my sis. "You know Nadia, I feel very lucky to have a wife like Najo; she is very much like me."
I replied by saying that I didn't know him enough to comment and he replied by saying "Arrey jald hi jaan jao gi saali ji (Oh! You will know me soon enough)".
He said he was a very open and non-conservative guy and this had lot to do with his upbringing in the west.
"I was apprehensive about getting married into Pakistan. I was afraid I would get some lady who would be just too conservative to adapt to the ways of life that I follow." He continued while he drove.
"But meeting her the first time made me shed away some of my reservations. You know why? She allowed me to kiss her on our first outing. I thought may be I will get a better deal." I listened as if I never knew of this. Najo told me all about every 'date'.
"Then I came to know that she is not tight-assed as regards to my boozing." When he said this, I thought what his reaction would be if he saw her drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. Najo loved drinks and sometimes overdid it.
"Imtiaz bhai, drinking is common here as well. You will come to know more if you stay here for some more time."
"I know, but I never expected her to be so approving. She has still not joined me, but I think the day is not far that she would be sharing drinks with me". He said and I just smiled.
"Imtiaz bhai, mein aisa nahi samajhti (I don't think so), Najo would never drink, she is just being accommodative like a good eastern wife."
He laughed and sarcastically said, "Oh! Yes she acted like a real eastern lady on the wedding night. Before I entered our room, she was already off with her clothes. And damn well, she was so wet."
"Imtiaz bhai, aap kesi batein kar rahe hein? (Imtiaz, how come you are talking like this?), that too with your sis in law." I acted as if being shocked.
Only if he knew that Najo was naked and wet as had a quickie with her, just before Imtiaz entered the nuptial bedroom. Mom and I kept him busy for fifteen minutes in the lounge, in return of a grand treat from dad.
"Arey aap se kia parda, aap meri saali hen (what's there to hide from you, you are my sis in law), and what's that Urdu proverb that says 'Saali' owes half of her sis household."
We laughed and he started me giving more details of his wedding night. He told me about all the intimate details that I already knew.
He told me that he got so surprised when he entered the room and found Najo pouncing on him and removing his clothes. After a quick blowjob, she pushed him on his back and mounted him. Although I knew, but had to act out, posing both shy and inquisitive.
"You know, I just loved it. I was not at all expecting it." He continued with his narration and I knew why Najo had done that. She expected Imtiaz to go down on her and as her cunt was full of dad's cum, she never wanted him to do that.
So when he entered, and he entered just moments after dad had left, she removed his clothes, took him in her mouth and then pushed him on his back to mount him for a quick fuck. Her cunt was soppy wet and he thought it to be her horniness. So intelligent she was!
He kept of dolling out the details and kept on praising my sis. He spoke at length about her body; that how good her boobs were, what a nice ass she had and so on.
Then he suddenly said, "Aap ki family mein sub ke boobs kia order par bane hein (Did your whole family got tailor-made boobs)?"
"Kia matlab hey aap ka (What do you mean)?", I replied, being really taken somewhat aback by his brazenness.
"Why are you so offended, I am just stating a plain fact. May be you being a girl don't observe it like I do with the eyes of a male. Najo's tits are big enough and they are very firm and juicy too." He remarked.
While I was still crimson, he continued to be more brazen and said, "Your tits are good looking too and I wonder how firm they are?"
"Aap kesi batein kar rahe hen. Kia west men apni saali ke saath aise batein karte hein (What are you talking about, is it the way you talk to your sis in law in west)?" I replied.
"Oh! Come on. Don't be a prude. I am just praising. Your tits too are of right size and let me check how firm they are" and he suddenly took his left hand off the steering (Right hand driven vehicles in our country), and gave my right tit a quick squeeze. I was taken aback by his boldness but also at the same time my pussy became moist.
"Imtiaz Bhai, aap kia kar rahe hen, dekehen mein baji ko bata doon gi." I mocked him.
Instead of getting discouraged, he again left the steering, and this time he did not just went for a quick grab, instead he kept his hand on my tit, trying to touch my sensitive nipple through my bra and shirt.
"Imtiaz Bhai, please don't do it, it's not right." I said, though I felt like telling him not to be tentative, as I was starting to enjoy the flirting.
"Your tits are even firmer than Najia's, but how they look, I can't say. Would you care giving me a peek?" He said while driving with one hand.
"Are you mad? Attend to the road, it's not America. Here lot of toughies drive without any regard to others." I replied.
He suddenly veered left and stopped the car, left the steering completely and grabbed my other boob as well. He squeezed them and I felt a pang of pleasure traveling to my cunt, making it wetter than before.
He then started undoing my top buttons, one by one and soon my cleavage came in view. He touched the line of my cleavage with his fingers and juices started spurting in my cunt.
"Imtiaz Bhai, I think this is enough, lets move on. Some passerby may see us and as this is not America, this will definitely cause embarrassment." I said to him despite the fact that I wanted to continue with it and get fucked like a slut in the car.
"Chalo kahin chal kar kuch khate pite hen. Kia pata kuch kha pi kar tum apne mamme dikhane par razi ho jao (Lets go and eat something. May be after having eaten, you would allow me a look at your tits)." Imtiaz said while removing his hands from my tits and resuming with driving.
"Bari khushfehmi hey aap ko (Quite an optimist you are)." I mockingly said to him.
Chattering and laughing, with his hand touching me frequently, we arrived at a restaurant. It was small but not full and we found a secluded corner. We ordered for snacks and continued with talking till the waiter arrived with our order. While eating, Imitaz Bhai made me eat with his hands and it was looking quite romantic. We were lucky as the restaurant was not crowded.
"Nadia, why not you show your tits to me. I know they are firmer then Najo's but let me compare visually too."
"Are you insane? It's not New York or some other slutty place where you can do anything and get away with it." I replied.
"Come on, no one is paying much attention to us. You can open your shirt buttons and at least I can see your cleavage." He was insistent.
"Why are you so positive that I want to show my tits to you?" I asked him.
"It's because I know that want to show. You want to prove that your tits are better than your sister's." He used flattery to gain his purpose.
His coaxing chatter coupled with my own horniness forced my hands to my shirt's buttons. I started opening them and when top three were open, I sat, open to his poking eyes.
"Why not you go into ladies room and remove your bra. It would give me a better view." He suggested.
"No, why not we get into the car and get going? We still have our shopping to do."
"Ok, we will get going but first you remove your bra." He was coercive and I did as he told me, after all, I was getting hot, too. When I returned, he had already paid the bill and was waiting for me at the exit.
"The bad thing about eastern dresses is that they hide the feminine beauty. I can't be sure whether you have removed your bra or not." He said as he started driving.
"I have done it, now keep on driving, we are getting late for shopping."
Instead of believing me, he again removed his hand from the steering and took hold of my right boob. He held it, squeezed it and then let go.
"You are a good saali (sis in law). And your boobs are too good. I would love to have a more detailed examination."
"Why can't you just drive the car? I am not going to allow you any examination. You act a doctor with Najia, I don't mind. I am not your patient, nor your wife." I replied, longing for his hand on my tit.
We reached a famous shopping place, and started shopping. He then asked me to take him to some lingerie shop, so than he can purchase some goodies for Najia. I took him to an ultra modern shop. There he bought many things for his wife. He then told me to buy something for myself, wear it and join him in the car.
I took advantage of the offer and bought some real sexy pieces of bra and panties. Put on one that looked most modest and went down to join him in the car.
"Imtiaz bahi, since you offered so generously, I purchased more than what you told me. I hope you won't mind."
"Not at all, but you have to display all items while wearing them."
"How can I do that? Najia baji would never allow it." I replied
"If you are willing, I know how. Are you willing?"
"Ok, but where?"
He drove on and after some time, we reached an apartment complex, not far from our place. I followed him to a fourth flour apartment. He rang the bell and an elderly maid came out. He introduced himself and the maid asked us to get inside.
The apartment was small but tidy. Imtiaz told me that it was of his friend, whom he called while I was shopping. The maid appeared with tea and told us that she will be leaving soon. We drank our tea, and then the maid left.
"Ok, now we are alone and I hope you have not forgotten your promise?"
"Come on, Imtiaz bhai, I was just joking." I said to him mockingly.
"Ok, then I will have to take matters into my hands." With this he took hold of my boobs. I did not resist much and soon Imtiaz was kissing me over my face and neck.
"Imtiaz bhai, leave me and I will show you all what I have shopped." I asked, wanting to get rid of my clothes. He left me. I first kissed him on his lips and then got up.
Walking a few paces away from where he sat, I removed my shirt. I had my back to him and I took time in turning. He blew me a kiss when he saw me in the bra. I then started undoing the knot that held my shalwar (a loose trouser). I let go of it and soon it was lying at my feet and I took time taking my feet out of it.
There I stood, in all my near naked glory. The modestly sexy bra and panties did all to raise lust in the eyes of my brother in law. He got up, walked around me at a close range and then sat down.
"Great, now what else have you shopped." Imtiaz asked me with his popping eyes.
"Why not you close your eyes and I change." I said to him, knowing that his eyes will never close.
He mockingly closed his eyes; I walked towards the sofa where my purchases were lying. As I bent down to pick one, he took hold of my left tits. With his other hand, unclasped the bra.
"I think I must extend my helping hand. Hope you won't mind." With this he opened my bra and also his eyes.
"Imtiaz Bhai, this is not fair. You promised that you will keep your eyes closed." I said to him in a tone that was not at all convincing.
He, in reply started circling my nipple with his fingers. His touch felt good and I started worrying about staining my new panties.
"Imtiaz Bhai, you are behaving childishly. At least wait till you have seen what all I have purchased out of your funding." I said while I moved away, getting rid of his pleasant touch from my tits.
"Ok, you decide what you wanna show, I will help you wear it." He said as he stood up, and placed his hands on my panty covered bums as he took position behind me.
"All right, I want you to take out the contents of this packet and help me wear it." I replied as I handed him the packet containing a sheer black bra, which was to cover only the lower half of my tits.
My brother in law opened the pack, took his time examining the bra and then, very slowly, held it with his palms supporting the cups. He placed the bra cups on my exposed tits and after taking and eternity, started taking his hands back towards the clasp. Before fastening the clasp, I felt his fingers, and then his lips on my back. He finally fastened the bra clasp and turned me slowly towards him.
As I faced him, he scrutinized my half covered tits and said, "Magnificent and sexy."
I looked down and found that the bra allowed half of my nipples and areolas to be seen. He caressed my nipples some more and then dipped his head down to kiss me on the half exposed nipples.
"Does this bra have matching panties?" He asked, and when I shook my head, he put his thumbs in my panties' waist-band and lowered those down saying that it was foul-play to wear something that did not match.
I silently thanked him as I feared that my panties will soon be so wet that I might get embarrassed. He touched my bums and with other hand, caressed my front. I then felt his fingers trailing through my well trimmed bush and touching my cunt lips.
Feeling the moisture, he lowered his finger and collected some stuff on it. Bringing his hand up, he applied my juice on my left nipple and then lowered his lips to it. He licked and then sucked; taking his time and then repeated the whole procedure, only this time did he treat my right breast.
I was soon delirious with pleasure and pressed his head into my bosom. All other undergarments were forgotten as if those were mere excuses for my exposure. I now allowed my brother in law to take full liberty with me. Soon I was half lying and half sitting on the sofa, legs open, and his head buried between my thighs.
His tongue worked out my juices and his throat gulped them with eagerness. In between he kept on commenting about the sweetness and blah blah, but who was listening?
I achieved two orgasms under his expert tongue treatment. He proved a match to dad in this aspect. As I was recuperating from my second cumming, he removed his clothes.
Clad only his shorts, he stood in front of me, obviously wanting me to expose his manhood. I did as he desired and was, sort of disappointed as he was much smaller than dad. Anyhow, his cock was spewing precum like a leaking tap and he must be wishing that I take him in my mouth.
Instead of taking him in my mouth, I pulled him down on the sofa beside me. Lifting myself up, I straddled him and sat.
His cock entered in me without much resistance, partly as I was very wet and partly as he was smaller then dad, both in length and girth. I sat with his cock in me and pushed my tits into his face. He obediently started devouring them and I slowly resumed my motion.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH-----------------------HHHHHHHHHmmmmmm." I heard my moans coming out of my mouth.
He kept on sucking my tits for some more time. It made him and me hotter and hotter. Soon I was pushed back and was lying on my back as Imtiaz fucked me like a madman. Although I was on pill, but to keep it a secret, I forced him to come all over my belly.
Second time he took me doggy-style, and he did it almost immediately after our first fuck. He was energetic and I wondered if my sis was not doing much to drain him of his energies. While fucking he took hold of my tits and mauled them like a beast. He even inserted his thumb into my asshole and at that moment I came for the nth time.
Just before he came, he took out his cock and moved towards my face with intentions of coming into my mouth. I, instead of complying, jerked his cock till the time he came all over my boobs. After all, I was not to behave too promiscuously like a slut.
Now, as he fucked me for the third time, I was enjoying it again. Though it was nothing like the sex I was used to with dad, but it was good enough. His style of fucking was not of a novice but dad's experience and openness were not the traits of Imtiaz.
He was a forceful lover, rather a horny fucker. This time I took him while straddling him and he kept on pinching my nipples.
"Nice tits seem to be a generic quality amongst your family. I wish I can touch your mom's tits too. They are so big and I can bet they are still firm and juicy." My brother in law said while I rode him like a cowboy.
"Come on Imtiaz, you are already into incest by fucking two sisters, why you want to get into it more by keeping your lecherous eyes on my mom." I snubbed him.
"I don't think what we are doing is incest. Its love, don't you think so?" He replied while lifting his hips to slam his cock deeper into me.
"Imtiaz Bhai, aap maanen ya nahin, hey to ye incest (Whether you agree or not, this is incest). Anyhow, unless we enjoy it and you are willing to keep it a secret, let's consider it to be a gift from your sister in law."
He had already come twice and I too was prolonging this fuck. He was continuously caressing and fondling my tits and this was making me more and more horny. The discussion about incest was acting as a catalyst to our horniness.
"I will miss you all when we depart from here. This treat I will remember. I wish my mother in law could also treat me like this. May be next time when we visit, I can seduce her too." He said while I rode him, now at a faster pace.
"Vaise aap ki family mein bhi bare mammon ki bharmar hey (Your family too is having big boobs in an ample quantity)." I said referring to his mom and two sisters, who were very well endowed in that department.
Upon the mention of his mom and sisters, my brother in law froze, may be for a micro second, then he abruptly got up, pushed me on my back and slammed harder into me.
"You seem to be an admirer of female assets too. I hope you are not bi." He said as his strokes became more and more powerful.
"Abhi tak to nahi, lekin jab se aap ki behenon ko dekha he to mera dil kuch bi sa ho chala he (Not up until now, but after seeing your sisters, my inclination towards bisexuality has increased)." I replied to him in between moans of pleasure as I neared my orgasm. Soon he was spraying his cum on my boobs and this time he targeted my face as well.
"That was great, did you enjoy it?" He asked while we lay, awkwardly on the sofa.
"What do you think? Had I not enjoyed it, how come I would have allowed you to fuck me so many times?" I replied.
"I wonder who took your cherry." He asked
"I have revealed my body to you, why should I tell you my secrets too. I think you would not insist on such foolish trivialities."
"Ok, but I must tell you that you are good in all aspects, your sister, even mine too, can envy you in some departments." He said kissing my tits again.
"I think we must head home, Najia might be getting impatient with desire and you must keep something for her too." I said, knowing fully well that Najia would love more time with dad, but after all I was also missing dad.
Reluctantly he got up and started dressing up. I went into wash room and had a quick shower to wash his cum off me. When I came out, still naked, he was dressed up. Soon we were heading home. I did not forget make a call to Najia to tell her that we shall be home within half an hour. That would give her ample time to sober up.
"I hope you did not mind my mentioning your sisters in that way. It was just that I got carried away with our love making." I said, trying to act as a nice girl.
"Not at all, after all they have great tits and that's a fact. By the way, I was not at all carried away by love making when I mentioned tits of your mom." He said with a laugh.
"You seem to be an ultra open guy. I don't think that's a correct and proper way to mention your sisters. I hope you are not eyeing them as well." I said to him as if I was grossed by his way of talking.
"Oh come! I have not been eyeing them. Actually in States, the way they dress up, no one can get his eyes off them. I must admit, that I have seen them, at least partially, and they both are great." He said and I felt a faint doubt in his tone.
We got home and as the car entered the porch, Mom was there, standing in the terrace. She winked at me, as if telling me that everything was ok.
"Oh! There she is. I would love to have a go at her too." He said before we got down from the car.
I laughed and said, "May be you take her for dinner and have a try. You may get lucky with all your sweet talk, or may be you come back with more drained pockets and an erect cock."
We got down and before we knocked the door, it was open. Najia was there and Imtiaz took her in his arms and kissed her on her mouth. She pushed him away saying something about my presence.
I left them there and climbed the stairs. Mom was still in the terrace and I joined her.
"You are a wonderful sister. Najia fucked your dad to her content. You too seem to be all flushed up and bubbly with pleasure. It's only me, the old cow, who has got an unquenched pussy in this house." She said as I got near her.
"Who says that you are an old cow, your son in law is all horny over you. Why not go with him for dinner. This would give Najia more time with dad." I said to her with a laugh as I hugged her.
"Come on, I don't want to give him impression that he has married into a family of sluts. I will have to be content with your dad, at least for now." She said in my ear and I laughed.
"Don't bother about what he will think. He is lecherous and has already revealed to me that he even has been eyeing his sisters. I have a hunch that their family seems to be not much different than ours." I replied.
"I don't know about his intentions or deeds, but I know that they are into swapping too. His dad is a good fucker and his mom; she is a real bitch when it comes to fucking. We were not naïve while we arranged Najia's wedding. I and your dad never wanted that your sis gets married into a conservative family in Pakistan." Mom said with a smile.
"That's nice to know, and if that is the case, why not you go for dinner with him. Though I have had him thrice, but I am sure that you will be able to have him hot enough to satisfy you a couple of times. He is a good --------." I was forced to leave my sentence in mid way as I heard footsteps behind me. It was Najia, with Imtiaz having his arm, provocatively around her back.
"I hope she was not telling you that I am a miser." Imtiaz said as he approached.
"Not at all, In fact she was telling me how good your taste is as regards to women attire." Mom replied.
"How come my hubby has bad tastes? He has proven quality of his choice by choosing me." Najia interjected teasingly.
"Oh! You young ones seem always in a mood to argue over small things. Come on, let's have tea." Mom said, as she headed inside the house.
We followed her and Imtiaz held on Najia as if he was horny to fuck her despite all his exertions with me.
As we went in, we saw dad coming out of his room. I, despite having him continuously for almost six months now and even with my cunt a bit sore from the fucking I just had with Imtiaz, felt myself all tingly with desire.
"May be if mom and Imtiaz can go out, I can have my maiden threesome with dad and Najia." I thought with an absolute desire to do it as it was something that had been discussed but has never materialized.
My debuting tryst with mom ended when, at four in the morning, we heard a knock on the bedroom door. Mom casually put on her robe and I followed as she went to the door. As it opened, I saw dad and Najia, his arm going around her back. They too, were dressed in robes, and their condition told me the about their labours of the night past. Reddened eyes, puffy lips and an odd bite mark on Najo's neck gave me many unseen visions of their passionate night. Dad too looked tipsy and hazed. His arm, that held his daughter was moving subtly, but continuously, to caress her; on the belly while moving upward and downward.
"Congratulations, I hope that you enjoyed your first experience." Said Najia as she broke off from the arm of dad and came to embrace me.
I, despite knowing the fact that, was part of a very open and loving family, blushed and replied with a barely discernable nod.
"Darling, I hope that you did not make her addicted to your own kind." Said dad to mom while he came behind Najia and putting his hands around us.
"Its upto her, but I don't think that kind of addiction is part of the family traditions. By the way, did you not had Najia to your content last night? Why not you leave them alone for some time?" Mom replied with a smile.
Dad had other ideas. His hands, coming around Najia, were on my back. Through the flimsy material of my robe, under which I was bare, I felt him caress area on my upper back. It seemed, he was trying to know whether I was wearing anything underneath the robe or not. I was, off course buck naked under the robe and he must have realized it immediately.
Najia held me for sometime and when she got back, dad was there, standing in front of me, a bulge, quite prominent under his robe told me about his arousal. It was a strange feeling, me, his daughter was the most probable cause of his state of arousal. Tall, handsome face, broad-shoulders, and his slightly peppery hairs and so was my father. Just his looks made my blood rush faster in my body.
I waited, he held and when that moment became too long for me to bear, I stepped ahead and took hold of him. My arms going around him, my face bumping into his masculine chest as I managed to whisper, "I love you Dad." "I love you too, my baby-doll. I love you like your mom and sister." Dad said as he lowered his head.
I looked up and saw his eyes staring into mine, and the only thing visible in his eyes was a deep love, and a bit of lust. Again the moment lasted for a bit too long and seeing his reluctance and hesitation, I again took the initiative. Rising on the tips of my toes, I took my lips to his chin and kissed him.
Touch of my lips to his skin gave me a jolt, a jolt of pleasure. My state of arousal took an upward surge and I felt my crotch getting wetter. His mouth moved and he kissed me again on my left cheek. I felt his stubble, smelt his fragrance and was somewhat lost. In that state of him, I realized that dad has moved back suddenly as a result of something that my mom said, which I did not gather.
As I returned to my senses, I heard mom saying, "----------, let us now do something conventional and straight."
By this time dad had left me and was nearing mom. He took her into his arms, without any inhibitions whatsoever. He kissed her and she melted into his arms. Without any more words, they moved into the room and Najia pulled me out.
"Its now time to become normal. Nights are good for taboos but the daylight may reveal things to people who live around us." She said.
We moved arm in arm towards our rooms. On reaching Najia turned inside without saying anything to me. I kept on moving towards my own room and when I reached inside, I heard faint footsteps behind me. As I turned to shut the door of my room, I saw Najia following me. I stepped back and she moved in the room.
"I heard you telling me to get normal, now what. You seem to be going back on your words." I said.
"I was your roommate before and if someone sees me and you in the same room again, there won't be any upturned brows. You and dad in their room would definitely raise questions. Beside, there is still time before our innocent brothers wake up." Najia replied as she casually untied the sash that held her robe together.
In a moment the robe shimmered down her body and there she was in all her glory. Slightly shorter than me in height and curvier, she stood with hands on her hips, allowing me to ogle her to my content. Her skin was flawless but for some fresh bite-marks on her tits, thighs and neck. Her jet-black hairs were loose and came down to her lower back. Her neck, slightly tilted to the right, sat upon her thorax that was lovely. On her chest, globular but firm, were her tits with pink nipples that were much lighter in colour as compared to moms. More like me in colour, but definitely longer in length, her nipples were surrounded by aureoles that were not much distinctive to her pinkish skin tone. Her belly was firm and below was her slightly fuzzy bush. It seemed she gave particular attention to her "haircut".
My lusty view was interrupted as she moved forward. Her boobs juggling and making my heart stir. She came closer and closer and soon her right hand was on my shoulder. Taking it inward and downward, she soon placed a finger between the lapels of my robe. Slowly she moved it downward; brushing past my cleavage, down over my belly, and soon her finger forced the sash of my robe open. My cleavage became partially exposed and my bush was completely in view of Najia as front of my robe hung open. She slowly brought her both hands up and removed the robe and my whole body became exposed with the robe lying on the floor.
"Wow, you have such a fresh looking lovely body." Najia exclaimed as she started caressing undersides of my nubile boobs.
"Don't try to flatter me. I am already getting envious of your fullness." I replied, still scanning her luscious body.
Najia brought her hands over my shoulders and forced me to sit down while saying, "I have got a treat for you. I know you had tasted mom tonight, why not you taste dad as well."
Still a bit mesmerized by the events of the night, I was unable to comprehend her as she stood there with me staring straight at her cunt. A moment later, as I concentrated more, I understood her completely. Her pussy lips were wet and some white and gluey fluid smeared upon her rosy pink cunt lips.
Without much ado, I extended my tongue, lapped the remnants of dad's passion. It was different, it had to be from the juices of mom, and its taste was something that is from the depths of ocean. Salty in a strange kind of way, it was just wonderful. I did not take long to lick away the cum that stuck on the outsides of Najia's cunt.
I did not stop there and as I continued, I felt the change of taste. After having consumed the masculine cum of dad, I now tasted Najia's own feminine nectar. The difference between the two fluids was clearly discernable and despite the difference, I liked it. I was further encouraged by moans of Najia, her knees bent and as I looked up, I saw her eyes turning up in ecstasy.
"OH! Nado, mom had done well during the night. You have learnt the art of licking. Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmm, keep doing it, I will be coming soon." Said Najia between her moans of pleasure.
As I saw my sister's knees bending, I felt like pushing her to the bed so as we both could continue in a better state of comfort. Najia moved back to the bed, as if she knew my intent. Soon, she was half lying on bed, her legs open and touching the floor with me sitting down on the floor and eagerly lapping upon her vagina. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh", her cries of pleasure started getting louder and louder and soon her nectar flew out more rapidly from her cunt as I tried in vain to lick it all. She came with a bang and I got up with a face wet from her juices.
"I think now it's my turn to return the favour. Beside, I also want to have a taste of my virgin sister." Said Najia as she pushed me on the bed and assumed the position I was in previously.
She went after my cunt like a pro and started eating it out with enthusiasm of a suckling infant. Even after having spent hours of continuous and unadulterated pleasure with mom, my desires rose like an inferno. Soon it was me who whose groans and moans of pleasure echoed in the room. I came not long after she started teasing my cunt and it was enough sapping of my energies. I never knew when I fell asleep in my nudity.
It was a nice sleep, with my body relaxed as if I had been soothed by an expert masseur. The dreams were even sweeter and I had great visions about mom, Najia and dad.
I woke up when sun rays, filtering through the drapes of my room fell on my body. I realized that I was only partially covered with my bedcovers and my boobs peaked out to the sun rays. I looked around and failed to find Najia in the room. As my senses fully became awake, I heard water splashing in the washroom, the door to which was partially open.
Lazily, I got up and headed to the washroom. When I entered I saw Najia taking a shower. Steam rose from her body as the warm water washed her beautiful body that I had explored last night. Seeing her in the full lights was, however, another experience. Every curve of her body was open to my view and I kept on ogling her for long.
"So, would you just stand there staring or would you like to join." She said, slightly turning towards me.
I was more than willing to oblige but my bladder was full and I headed to the toilet seat. As I sat and relieved my bursting bladder, I felt no shyness or inhibitions. I fully realized that I belonged to one great family that kept no secrets. By the time I was free from my toiletry obligations, Najia was almost through with her shower.
"You are late, if I wait, we will miss the breakfast, and this day is not the last day of our lives." She said as she wrapped her body in a towel and slowly walked out of the washroom.
I took her place in the shower and took a leisurely bath, pondering upon her last statement. Definitely, this day will not be the last day of the relationship that I had gotten into. I wanted to experiment everything of life and who else could have been more caring than my own family. My reverie of thoughts was broken as I heard a knock on the door. "Nado, are you coming out or you want your breakfast cold." It was Najia.
"Just coming." I replied and hurried through my shower. I then realized that towel was missing from the washroom as Najia had used it. 'What's the big deal', I thought as I walked out nude into my room. In hurry, I hurriedly dressed up in a 'Shalwar Kamiz" (local dress with shirt and loose fitting trouser). I was so thrilled to join my family for the breakfast that I forgot that the bra I had put on was in total contrast to my dress. My partially wet body only accentuated its visibility. I never realized this till the time I reached the breakfast table.
Dad looked up as I entered the dining room and his eyes stuck to my bosom. On seeing him like that, mom told him, "Darling you seem to be behaving like a teenager. Don't worry; you will have her to your hearts content".
"I am not a teenager but she is, and beside, every new thing is novel" Replied dad as he took his eyes off me.
"Ok! I think its time to behave, young ones are about to come." Najia butted herself in and we all took stock of the situation. My younger brothers, though part of our very open family were still too young to know about all this.
I looked for the vacant chairs and decided to sit beside dad facing mom. As I took the seat, we heard the chattering entry my younger brothers made. As usual they were fighting about something trivial.
"Tum raat ko soney hi nahi dete ho, itna shor machete ho ke bas neend hi nahi aat. (You make so much noise during night that I can't even sleep)." Said the Younger to the Elder.
"Idiot, it was you who made noises and I am the one who has to remain sleepless." Replied the Elder.
Their harmless exchange of banter caused all of adults to raise our brows. Mom rightly decided to intervene to quell their doubts that could lead to any possible complications.
"Hey! None of you two made any noise. It was us, actually, who were having an argument as regards to where to go on our next outing." She said to them and we all smiled.
"Outing, where and when?" They both joyously asked.
"You won't be waiting for long. Have your breakfast and we will go to your Mamoo's (maternal uncle) place." Mom replied and they both became happy and hurried to the breakfast table. Our uncle had two kids who were age-mate of our brothers and their house was in the suburbs of town having a huge swimming pool. We all, especially our brothers liked the place a lot.
"Mom, I won't go, I have a friend who is coming from Lahore and I need to see her and take her shopping." Said Najia as she started with her breakfast.
As Najia said this, I felt the wait of a palm upon my thigh and took not much of guessing that it was dad's left hand that was free as he ate his breakfast. "I too won't be able to go, I have some official commitments." He said while holding my thigh with his strong fingers.
"Ok, I understand. Nadia, you too seem to be tired after your birthday party. Why not you just stay home and supervise the servants cleaning the house." Mom said, as if she understood intentions of dad.
I started with my breakfast and just nodded in reply to mom's suggestion. Just hearing her cooperating with dad, foregoing her own conjugal rights in favour of her own daughter, made my pussy tingle. I vowed to myself to discover the leftover secrets of our family. Why, after all, was she being so benevolent? She so much in contravention to feminine instincts seemed strange to me, even after knowing the openness of our family.
Dad's hand remained on my thigh, moving higher with every passing moment. I soon felt his fingers on my lower belly and the tickle it gave me caused my hands to waver. I took control of myself and moved in my chair to facilitate his moving fingers. Taking advantage of my cooperation, dad managed to sneak his palm through the waistband of my shalwar. Soon his fingers touched my cunt lips and gathered the moisture I was generously seeping with. He then removed his hand and nonchalantly brought his fingers to his lips. He then licked it, taking out his tongue and only I knew what he was cleaning off his fingers.
"Hey darling, breakfast tastes much better today." He said to mom after licking his fingers clean and smiled.
"Its always like this, what's so different today. I wonder what you will have for lunch. May be you continue with your same breakfast even for lunch." Mom said teasingly, as if she understood his every word and thought. My cheeks turned visibly crimson.
Rest of the time at breakfast table went off without much ado. My brothers kept fighting while they planned their outing. We finished breakfast and mom got up, telling Najia to clean the table. My brothers also followed suit so as to prepare for their visit to mamoo's house and Najia got busied with the dishes.
I was quite shell-shocked with the events that took place on the dining table. Mom facilitating her hubby for taking the cherry of their daughter. Dad, fondling my thigh and entering his hand into my dress and then licking off my juices. Mom telling him, in veiled language, to have me as lunch. All this, made me sitting on the table, pondering deeply upon the possibilities of the afternoon and my whole body was tensed with excitement of the possible scenarios.
I was brought back to reality when I heard the clamour of mom, accompanied by my excited brothers coming to the dining room. She was dressed simply, but her figure made it possible for her to look good, even in simplicity. Seeing them, dad got up, went to see them off, as if ensuring required privacy.
Najia was in the kitchen and called me there to help her with the dishes. When I went there she seemed to be in hurry to leave too and we both did the dishes. I asked her whom she had to see and quite nonchalantly she replied that she had to see the boss of dad. On her mentioning this, I was reminded of the particular gentleman, on the night of my birthday he was lying on the bed of Najia while she sat on top of his face.
"He is such a sweet guy and wants to have more time with me. Today he is having an off day and wants me to accompany him to a beach hut. Though he is not very virile and mostly gives me pleasure only by licking my cunt, but since this is very important for dad's promotion, I will be going." She explained as if telling me something as simple as shopping.
"Najia, despite the last night's events, I am still amazed at the ways of our family. Though I am not in a position to approve or disapprove anything, but still, this all seems to be very weird to me." I said to her still trying to comprehend the openness of my family.
"Oh! You will come to know of everything. Right now concentrate on the fun you had last night and also think of coming afternoon." She said and my juices started flowing afresh on the mention of last night and her reference of impending fun.
"Hmmmmm! But you heard dad saying that he has to go out to do some official work. You people are just leaving me to look after the house." I said, trying to act as if I naively took everything at its face value.
"He may have to go out, but who says he can't take you along. My innocent sis, what do you think? Mm went to mamoo with our brothers for nothing. It's all planned, don't you remember both mom and dad stayed together when we left them." She said while putting the dishes back on the rack.
We both were almost done with the dishes and headed out to our bedrooms. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to go back to TV lounge and wait for the things to happen in their natural course. As I was heading down the stairs, I met dad, who was heading up. I expected him to say or do something indicating his intent, but he rushed up without saying a word to me. This seemed strange and out of place and I stopped going downstairs and backtracked my steps to my bedroom.
Dad was not there and that left Najia's and my brothers' bedroom. Thinking briefly, I tiptoed towards Najia's bedroom and stopped at the door to pry upon anything. There was absolute silence and slowly I turned the doorknob, opening the door. Dad was not there but I saw the bathroom door open and I understood. Dad must be there. "Having a quickie." I thought for a while and then moved in the room to have a look and as I got closer, I heard them talking.
"You must not have consented to go with him. I agree you are doing all this for me but I am quite content with my position and don't want to force anything bad on you." I heard dad saying.
"Dad, why you are worried so much? You know full well that he can't do much with me. His dick has no juice in it, he would fondle me, lick me and if that's the price of your promotion, I think its no big deal." Najia replied with sincerity.
"But I don't like this all. I don't want others even having a feel of your lovely body." Dad said.
"Dad, you are acting so jealously. You know full well that I will always be yours, even when I get married. I love you but I want to enjoy world to the fullest and remember, you yourself told me to do this. Now, would you like to just stand there or are you going to join me in the shower." I heard her saying and then I heard water pouring down on the floor.
"I would love to join but you know I have other commitments. I think I must leave otherwise I will be forced to join you, you know you are so beautiful to resist."
Expecting to see him coming out of the bathroom, I bolted out quickly and headed downstairs. He did come, but not very soon as I expected and there were some watermarks on his shirt. Obviously, Najia did manage to coax him into something that caused him to have water splattered over his shirt. He sat quietly on a sofa but maintained some distance from me and remained quiet as if brooding about something.
Soon Najia also came down. She was dressed, as they say, 'to kill'. Fully made up with all the cosmetics that made her look like a newly wed lady, prepared to receive her hubby from some assignment that had kept him out of town for long. Dad went to see her off, and when they were out of my sight, I heard them exchanging some words. What they spoke remained imperceptible to me. I guess dad was still telling her not to tender herself for the sake of his promotion. They continued for sometime but she left and he came back.
Instead of sitting with me where he sat, he went to his own bedroom. I sat there skipping channels on the TV without anything other then my dad on my mind. I was still having reminiscence of him licking his fingers on the breakfast table and mom telling him about having the same, to his content, for lunch as well.
Half an hour passed but he did not come out of his room. I got bored just clicking channels on the TV so I decided to go up and change, may be use a bit of make up too. So up I went to my room, undressed and took a long shower. I kept the door unlocked, hoping very much that he will come in any moment. No sign of him disturbing me in the shower. I came out, just a small towel wrapped around my body, hoping to find him waiting in my bedroom, ready to pounce on me, yet the room was empty.
I took a long time to dress up, standing nude in front of mirror and leaving the door slightly ajar, just in case. While watching myself in the mirror, I started comparing myself with Najia and mom.
I was different and yet similar to them. I was within my budding period and my boobs and hips were not as curvaceous as mom or even as that of my sis. My nipples were much lighter in colour as compared to mom and even Najia's nipples were a bit darkish in shade. My pubic hairs untrimmed and thus were unlike mom and sis. I was lighter in weight and taller in height then Najia. Mom was of same height as that of mine. Where Najia lacked in height, she was compensated amply as regards to her curves.
Facial features were different too, mom, despite her age and rigors of childbirth and childcare still had a very fresh and innocent face. On the other hand, looking at Najia gave others only one feeling, to get her in bed. She looked vivacious and eager-looking for sex. Her full and well formed lips, her extrovert kind of eyes always looked hungry for some thing.
I kept on watching myself for a long time in the mirror. Once I had a reflection of someone passing by my room. My heartbeat increased and I felt strange sense of anxiety. Yet, no one entered my room or disturbed me and the feeling passed.
I decided to dress up and decided to act modestly, as if I was a new bride, yet to get out of inhibitions. I dressed up as if I was to attend some sombre function of the family and my bodily charms got well hidden behind those plain looking cloths. I went downstairs and again took my position in front of TV.
I waited for dad to come out of his room but he disappointed me. After the episode at the breakfast table, I was expecting him to pounce upon me after seeing off Najia. His behaviour, however, made me feel as if he was having second thoughts.
I decided to go to his room, as I thought that may be he was feeling depressed because of his argument with Najia. After making up my mind, I looked for an excuse, first of all to enter his room and then ways to start a conversation.
When I entered his room, I found him lying on his bed in the dress he wore at the breakfast table, his nightclothes. He had a blanket upto his waist and also a pillow, casually lying across his lap. He was drinking and a bottle of whiskey was placed at his bedside table. He looked at me but chose to remain silent. I stood there, feeling like a kid, not knowing what to say and do.
"Dad, are you okay. I feel that you are somewhat disturbed." I said.
"Oh! Nado, nothing. I just felt like having a few drinks. I hope you don't mind." He replied as I went forward and sat at the foot of the bed. He continued with his small swigs of liquor.
"Can I bring you something, like some snacks." I inquired.
"No honey just let me drink a bit more. I will ask you when I feel hungry." He said as he refilled his glass with whiskey.
I sat there as he continued with his drinking. The silence, albeit slight sound of him sipping and gulping his drink, ruled the room. I was thinking what to say and what to do. "Dad, I know, it may sound odd, but can I join you." I said as I got up and moved towards his bedside table. One empty glass was there and I picked it up, looking at him questioningly.
"Well, what can I say? You are an adult now and in this house, everyone is allowed to do what he feel like." He said somewhat remorsefully.
I opened the bottle and poured in a little of that liquid in my empty glass. I had tasted beer but whiskey was a big leap I was taking.
"Dad, you seem to be a bit depressed. Is something wrong?" I said I returned to my place.
"No, I am not depressed." He said, but he was not at all convincing.
I did the same, gingerly placing the glass on my lips, tilting it so that the whiskey touched my lips.
"Nado, you must not drink straight liquor, go and fetch some iced water, otherwise you will not feel good." He said, abruptly changing the subject.
I put the glass back and went out towards the kitchen to the refrigerator. After taking out a handsome quantity of ice cubes, I filled a pitcher full of water and came back to dad's room.
He handed me my glass from the bedside table and told me to add water to it. While doing so, our fingers touched.
I mixed water into my drink and sat down at my place, very near to dad's feet. The first sip of whiskey, albeit with a lot of water, made my throat burn. Not to show myself as a chicken, I continued. "So, how do you plan to wed Najia off? You miss her so much and, if I am not wrong, you become so anxious because of her going out, just for shopping. How would you be able to cope with her getting married to Imtiaz Bhai?" I asked, whiskey giving me courage.
"Well that's a different ballgame. That's not whoring around, and beside every girl has to get married for enjoying the life." He said, putting down his glass and laying back against the thick pillows behind him.
I continued with talking to him. Getting more intoxicated with each sip of whiskey I took. I became more brazen in my talk with dad.
"Dad, why are you so cross with Najia? After all, you yourself introduced her to this world." I said, with a perceptible slur in my voice.
"Yes, I took her cherry and I was the one who told her to enjoy her life in the way she feels better. I love her like I love you and mom. I also love the lifestyle we have and I enjoy it to the fullest. But it does not mean that she starts selling herself." He said, still with a remorseful voice.
"Dad, I don't think Najia is selling herself, whatever she is doing, she is doing it for you." I said while I started to lie back on my right arm while facing dad, who readjusted his legs to give me space.
"I know her involvement with my boss would accelerate my career but still somehow it's not the right way I want it." Dad said.
I shifted a bit closer to him so that his feet touched side of my thigh. I felt his toe move, as if he was trying to caress me. I kept on sitting, nursing my drink.
As I finished, I again went to pick up the bottle but he quickly handed that to me. His hand, as if out of hurry, brushed my chest. His fingertips touched my skin just below my neck and as a result, sent shivers of excitement through my body.
I took the bottle, poured some whiskey and added ice cold water from the pitcher into the glass. While handing the bottle back to dad, again our fingers touched and when I looked into his eyes, I felt that he was eyeing me differently, but I was quite intoxicated to discern his intentions.
"But dad, I saw her last night with your boss and I think she is enjoying it fully. What's the harm if she enjoys her life, like you want her to, and your career is helped too." I told him.
"You what!" He said as if he had heard some sensational news.
"You saw her with my boss?" He said as he sat up. I kept my glass of whiskey, playing with it and time, waited for the next move of dad. Suddenly, when I looked towards his lap, I saw that the pillow was lying away from his lap and below the blanket, even in my intoxicated state; I was able to see a bulge.
"Yes I saw her, remember I went up during the party. When I was crossing her room, I heard her moan. I thought she was in some trouble, as she did drink a lot during the party, and decided to enter her room." I started to tell him and he was all attention to my words.
In the position he was in now, we both were quite close to each other. His feet were very near to my belly. His toes could have touched me below my boobs on my belly, if he would have moved a bit forward.
"When I entered the room, dad, I saw her sitting on the face of your boss." I said as if I was discussing my homework with him.
"She was naked and your boss sucked and licked her bottom like a hungry baby." I continued with my narration.
I suddenly felt something touching me on my belly just below my boobs; however, the wine and the excitement did not allow me to take much notice of it. The thing moved and when I looked down, it was dad's foot that was caressing my body.
"Dad, you know, I really wanted to join them, but I was not brave enough. Beside I had already offered the 'piece of cake to mom'." I said as I giggled.
Dad's foot was touching me continuously and now it was slowly moving on the undersides of my right breast. I felt excited.
When I tried to sip again, I found that my glass had gone empty. I was already quite intoxicated and did not bother to get a refill.
I relaxed a bit more and now lay on my side. Dad's foot now touched me between my boobs over my shirt. I lay there for a while, silently enjoying the wine, the moment and the sensation of something touching my boobs.
Suddenly, I realized that the wine had hit my bladder and felt an urgent desire to pee. I got up, wobbly on my legs and moved to toilet. I did not bother to shut the door as I realized that there was hardly a need for it.
I removed my 'shilwar' and sat on the toilet seat. A thick stream of piss gushed out of my pussy. I sat there peeing, the door half open. I am sure that dad must have heard the sound of my pissing.
I sat there, even when I was relieved. Then I heard footsteps, and when I looked up, I saw dad entering the toilet.
"Are you okay, Nado?" He said as he moved towards me.
"Yes dad, I feel a bit drowsy. May be I should have refrained from drinking." I said as I looked at him with a smile.
"It's ok, you will be alright. Get up and throw some cold water over your face." He extended a hand and supported me as I got up. I was least bothered about my dress and my 'shalwar' fell and I stepped out of it.
I approached the wash basin, naked except for my shirt. Dad stood behind me as I splashed water over my face.
As I stood, bent over the wash basin, I felt dad's hand on my hip. I liked it and kept on washing my face. His fingers moved and he started caressing my hip. My pussy creamed and I wished his hand to move in between my legs as he did while we had our breakfast.
Soon the other hand came in front of me and took hold of my left boob. He kneaded it and I loved the feeling. He continued for sometime and I closed my eyes to savour the feelings.
Suddenly, he removed both his hands, and as I opened my eyes, I saw his reflection in the mirror, as he sat down on his knees. I felt shirttail from my back being raised and soon his warm breath bathed my hips.
I turned back and his face was facing my crotch. He kissed my furry little bush over my cunt and I also felt his tongue touching my slit for a moment. The nimble touch of his tongue, my partial nudity, the effects of liquor I had consumed and the overall expectancy of this moment, were enough factors to induce a rollercoaster of an orgasm in me. My legs turned to jelly and I had to put my hands over dad's shoulders to keep from falling over.
"Daddy, I love what you are doing to me, please don't stop." Was all that I was able to utter between my throes of pleasure.
He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bed while he kept on showering kisses on my face. He then laid me gently on the bed. I was still dizzy as my orgasm was still to die down.
"You look so lovely and I think I am in love with you." Dad said as he looked at me while standing near the bed.
"I love you too dad. Now don't make me wait any more for what I had been waiting for since morning." I said as he moved forward to the bed.
Instead of replying, he climbed the bed and moved in between my legs. He bent down and I heard him saying, "Let me taste my breakfast."
I giggled on his reference to the breakfast. Soon his mouth was there, covering my dripping wet cunt. He took his time, making my cunt clean and again when it became wet; he repeated his ministrations without any fuss.
Dad sure was a good licker, that's what I could have concluded from the treatment I received from him. His tongue never stopped, touching me in every sensitive part of my crotch. Sometimes he extended his tongue fully into my slit, giving an imitation of a miniature cock. Then he would lick me from front to rear and rear to front, paying special attention to my orifices enroute.
"AAhhhhhhhhh, oh daddy, I love you. There, there, keep doing." The room was filled with my moans of pleasure.
My legs were splayed open to the limit, my shirt was up and lower part of my bra was visible. My jet black hairs spread on the pillow below my head and my mouth was open. I held his head from behind, forcing him into my cunt.
I had multiple orgasms. His tongue treatment was quite different from that of mom or Najia. He was rougher and the change from the gentle lovemaking of my sister and mom was doing wonders.
After I was almost consumed by a series of climaxes, he got up. His face slithered up with my juices and as he bent down to kiss me, I could smell, both kind of liquors on his breath. My love nectar smelled more prominently and also the whiskey was faintly perceptible.
"You taste so fresh, Nado." Was all he said before his lips joined mine in a deep kiss.
As I came back to my senses slowly, I forced him off me. He sat on the edge of the bed and I got down. I sat in his feet, taking hold of his roaring manhood, I looked at him. He was all love and passion.
Without exchanging any words, he understood my intentions and he got up slightly, allowing me to pull off his pyjama bottom. In return, he took hold of the hem of my shirt and, as I raised my hands, he took it off. I was left in the black bra that I wore and soon his hands were behind me, unclasping the hook. My young tits sprang free with the expert movement of his hands.
"Oh, so lovely boobs, your mom had similar tits when I first had a look at those." Said dad, with a trace of nostalgia in his voice, as he unbuttoned his top. Soon he was buck naked as I was. Me, holding his manhood in my right hand as his hands reached for my bare tits.
Without much ado, I bent down, taking his head into my mouth. I was not at all anxious about it; mom and Najia had briefed me enough to induce a love for blowjobs. The taste and texture was good, just as I was told by my mom and sister. He was leaking like a hose from the piss hole of his cock and I slurped at his nectar with my tongue.
I continued with my maiden blowjob for sometime. I wanted him to come into my mouth, but dad hand other plans.
He gestured me to get up by placing his hands below my armpits. I got up and he made me sit down again, this time over his cock. I was wet enough and his cock head entered me without any hassle.
He held me, tip of his cock nestled into my cunt's entrance. Even that was enough; the sensation of physical touch and the taboo-ness of the act, made me come for the nth time. As I lost myself, just for a moment, I sank down, my journey halting for a fleeting moment of pain and I lost my cherry.
The slight pain made me wince for a moment but dad's lips on my nipples heightened the pleasure to a degree that I forgot the pain soon. I slid down and soon his balls touched me between my cunt and asshole. He was in me, his second daughter to be deflowered by him.
We stayed in that position for long time. Dad was sucking hungrily on my nipples, alternating his attention from one to the other. I was delirious with ecstasy. Soon our lust forced us to raise our tempo. I jumped over his cock, almost letting it out many a times, then plunging down like a fallen star.
His lust took over his hold, and he forced me on my back. His strokes gained force as the bed rocked with each of his powerful battering into me. Dad's lovemaking was fierce, so different from the gentleness of mom and Najia.
His mouth descended over mine, he kissed me passionately and I explored his mouth. He then again shifted his attention to my tits. He was not particularly gentle, he chewed my nipples but I was in heaven.
"Nado, you are so tight, you remind me of your sister and your mom in their yester years. They still are tight enough, but no match to you." He said between his panting.
"Oh, dad, I want to be torn up by you. I am all yours. Take me in anyway you want to." I said as I opened my legs as wide as I could possibly do.
Dad's pace increased and I went through another earth-shattering orgasm. As my climax subsided, he withdrew his manhood from me and directed his sperm-jets all over my belly and my tits.
I was a sight to see, soaked in perspiration, a bit bloodied crotch and upper thighs, my belly and my tits soaked in dad's cum. He stood over me, marvelling at his doing and then his mouth descended upon mine, kissing me while his hands roamed over my body, spreading all his cum over my entire front, literally coating me in a thin film of his seed.
We lay there for a long time, he kissed and played with me and soon his cock again sprang to life. I had also been busy with exploring his body and I took his thick cock in my palm.
It was so full of life, throbbing with the hyper-circulation of blood that engorged it. It was still sticky with my juices and I kept on playing with it.
"Dad, did you enjoy, ........, I mean id you enjoy your time with me." I asked somewhat gingerly.
In reply he kissed me with passion on my lips and then instead of replying my query he asked, "I hope you are not hurt, I got quite carried away by passion. I was pretty rough with you."
"Dad, I loved every moment of it. It was just wonderful, even better than the time I spent with mom and Najo." I told him as I snuggled close to him.
His manhood poked against my bums, he adjusted himself and it made its way in the crack of my ass. Its warmth gave me tingles and I pressed even closer to him.
"I love you dad." I said.
"I love you too, Nado." He replied.
"Dad, I am not complaining, but certain things bother me about our family. I just can't comprehend the behaviour of mom." I said in a low voice.
"What's the matter that bothers you?" He asked while bringing his hand to my right tit.
"I mean, women are always said to be jealous creatures. Why is she ......, I mean so accommodative?" I asked dad as his fingers twirled my nipple.
"Nado, your mom, like all other women, is not devoid of jealousy. When we were young, she never liked me looking at other women, nor did I have any need to do so. Your mom is lovely in all respect, she is good looking, she is a good company and she is great in bed. She was so even when she wed me." His hand kept manipulating my nipple, renewing a flow of juices from my freshly fucked cunt.
"Most, importantly, she and I love each other very much. You might not know; I was forced to have sex outside marriage by wife of my boss. She threatened me of dire consequences, like getting me grounded." He continued.
"Your mom knows that I love flying fighter jets. The threat of my boss' wife was quite real, so despite her own jealousies, she let me have sex with that bitch. The matter continued and I got into good books of my boss' wife, resultantly, my career took an upward direction." His manhood became alive with his narration and feeling my wetness, he guided it to the mouth of my pussy.
"My career was going good, but I had feelings of guilt that nagged me. I was being unfaithful to my love, albeit with her consent. There was no way of getting out of the trap that I had entered." He pressed his cock forward and entered my well lubricated cunt with ease.
"The boss' wife, through my entire tenure at that base stuck with me. She was too demanding and I had to oblige her each time. It was, I knew, creating problems. Your mom, despite her consent was bound to feel envious of the time I was giving to that bitch." He continued as I pressed back to have him in my depths.
"I was being eaten away by the feeling of guilt and I decided why not she enjoys the fun too. I asked her, just hinting at the prospect. She laughed it away but I was able to extract her choice for a potential partner." He spoke while remaining static, his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt.
"Her choice was Ali, a friend of mine, who was also being blackmailed by the same lady. I talked to Ali, he was having similar problems with his wife so we decided to give openings to our wives." Dad slowly paced his strokes and also kept playing with my nipples.
"Mom did tell me about this episode. But yet I am curious as to why she had allowed you to, .........., I mean allowed you to have your own daughters." I asked, delirious with his strokes and manipulation of my nipples.
"Honey, I knew you will ask me this question. But let me continue." He said as his thick cock pierced my depths.
"After initial shyness, your mom showed her real appetite for sex. She would let me and Ali fuck her together. Then her passions made her look for other avenues. She, off course after telling me, took to seducing Mrs Ali as they both had ample to wile away. I loved her openness as she entered into the realm of bisexuality." Dad's tempo started increasing as he took a better hold of my tits.
"Her appetite for sex grew day by day and when we were posted to another station she soon got bored of our mutual monogamy. As I had got rid of that particular boss and the new boss was a thorough professional, I had no obligation to fuck other women." Dad's strokes were paced well and I was getting nearer to another climax.
"But, as I told you, her appetite had grown for variety. She hinted at her boredom so I said her to go ahead. She did that with ease and soon we had a circle of new friends and we had parties once every month, and your mom enjoyed those to her content." I was starting to miss his words as his strokes got a bit harder with his narration.
"She always told me everything; she also encouraged me to go after girls. We went for unwed people as well and enjoyed the threesomes as well." He continued, now with gaps in his narration as he fucked me harder and harder.
"Oh daddy, I love your fucking me. Tear me, treat me like your wife." I cried in my passion.
"I love you like I love your mom and your sister." He replied as his own climax neared and soon we both had forgotten about his narration as we had a roller-coaster of an orgasm.
As our passions subsided, he continued, "When you people started growing up, we had apprehensions that we may spoil you with our open lifestyle. As we had already gone too far ahead, it was very difficult for us to change." He spoke as we lay side by side on the bed.
"Then Najia started blossoming into a vivacious young girl. I started having feeling for her that a father should not have. I tried to control those feeling by taking refuge into more and more wine. I even started with soft drugs."
"Mom told me about that as well." I said as I took hold of his semi-flaccid tool.
"She my not have told you her conditions." He replied as his fingers played with my wet cunt.
"She told me, as you might know, to go ahead with Najo. She said, she will have her share from the family too." He said, as he got up.
"What do you mean, share with us, you told me she loved women as well." I said, as he moved towards the washroom.
"Lets shower, I will tell you more there." He stepped in and I followed.
After adjusted the water temperature, we both washed each other with care. His bladder seemed full, he pointed his cock towards the drain and a thick stream of piss jetted out of his cock. It was sort of erotic to see him pissing in from of me. I took hold of his cock as he pissed. I washed his cock and then when I moved towards the commode to empty myself, he held me strongly. I understood him and let go my bladder. He watched me and then washed me.
He paid special attention to my cunt that had taken quite a battering. In turn, I lovingly washed his cock. Soon his cock was getting back to life and I sat down on the floor, and before taking him in my mouth asked him to tell me mom's part of 'the deal'.
As I started sucking him, he moved towards the bathtub, taking me with him. He sat on the edge as I sucked him lovingly.
"Yes, your mom wanted to have you both. She likes women, but her real passion is toward men. She loves cock and loves both a variety and quantity of them." He said.
"She especially likes young men, so they can fuck her continuously. She loves a crowd so that she is sated to the full. You know, in one party, she got herself fucked by ten friends of mine, three at a time while others enjoyed the show. She really loves it when all her holes are stuffed with hard pumping cocks." He said as he got harder in my mouth.
"Now, as to your question that why she allowed me to have sex with Najia and you. She told me in very clear terms to go ahead with you both. In return she told me that she will have both her son-in-laws and also both our sons." He said between gasps of pleasure.
I almost choked on his cock as he came abruptly in my mouth. His subsequent jets of sperm drenched my face and hairs.
"Yes, she wants to fuck your brothers when they come of age. And beside, right now she must be having a good time with your cousin Yasir. He turned eighteen few months back and is favourite of your mom."
"What you mean, she has gone to the house of 'mamoo' (maternal uncle) to fuck her 'bhaanja' (nephew)?" I was still disbelieving.
"Come on Nado, I told you, your mom has a more then healthy sexual appetite. She loves it and I love her for that. And now when you have had your answers and we have ample of time alone, why not I take your other cherry." He said as he lifted me in his strong arms while poking his finger into my anus and I held him with more passion.
(To be continued)