The neat double storey house was located on a wide, eucalyptus tree
lined street, in North Nazimabad, Karachi

The street was neatly cut in two halves by a storm drain that over
the years had become more a shallow depression, then an actual flood
defence.

The house was painted white with a neat hedge row in front of the
high boundary wall, with a large gate, painted dark green, that lead
to the car porch.

Nineteen year old Taimur had come home, from college late. He had
showered and changed into his sleeping shalwar (loose baggy trousers)
and a vest, and lay down on his bed.

Taimur lived with his parents, one brother and two sisters. The
eldest sister Alia (22) was married with one baby girl aged 14
months; and then there was his sister Nabila aged 18, just finished
high school. His brother Nasir was a newly appointed, junior officer
in the Ministry of Trade

His arms folded behind his head. He watched the ceiling fan spinning
franticly, fighting a losing battle with the afternoon heat, of a
breezeless April day.

His mind went back to the reason he was late getting home these days.
He had been at Zain's large, luxury bungalow in the posh phase 5
Gizri D.H.A. suburb of Karachi.

Zain was a college friend from a wealthy and socially active family.
The only son, he was given almost total freedom to do what he wanted.

It was six months now, since Zain had first invited him over. As they
had driven up the hill towards the leafy shaded road where Zain
lived, Zain had asked Taimur what he thought of his (Zain's) mother.

Taimur had met her several times over the years he had known Zain,
and had a very favourable opinion of her.

"Auntie bahut achi aur sweet hai" (Auntie is very nice and sweet)
Taimur answered

"Numkin be" (Salty too) Zain had said with a sly smile.

Taimur had been puzzled by that answer but left it.

Auntie Zoobia had been at home and had greeted Taimur with a smile as
Zain had leaned in close to her and kissed her on the lips. It was
not a passionate kiss, but to Taimur, who had never seen any man kiss
a woman before, it had been shocking.

Taimur had followed Zain into his room, where Zain had casually
turned on the big screen T.V. and flipped to a cable music channel.

Taimur had sat down on the chair and watched as sexy, barely dressed
girls danced provocatively …. No wonder his father would not allow a
T.V. in his home.

Taimur's Lund had been hard as an iron rod. His Shalwar tenting up in
his lap as he had watched wide eyed as two girls in bikinis moved
together provocatively.

"Yaar!" Zain had said "Is ki gaand dekh…kya gaand hai!" (Dude! look
at her ass…what an ass).

Taimur had watched the asses move and had felt his cock tip leaking
as he watched. His hand had gone to the hard meat in his shalwar and
stroked it instinctively.

"Yaar! Yeh dekh!" (Dude! See this....!) Zain had said as Taimur saw
him pick up the remote control and click a button.

There on the screen was something that had made Taimur almost cum in
his shalwar…

He had watched a long wet cock sliding in and out of a bushy black
haired pussy. He had seen porno magazines and so knew what a choot
looked like but those magazines had nothing like this.

There in colour was a man fucking a woman….actually screwing in
living colour….

The volume had been up and the sounds of the actors panting and
groaning had been clearly audible.

Suddenly the cock was pulled out and the man's hand grabbed it as it
had spilled a thick white creamy liquid onto the black bush of the
woman he had recently been pumping. The man had then used his cock to
rub his cream into the bush as Taimur had seen the woman reach down
and dip her fingers in the cum …

The camera shot had switched to the woman, a middle aged woman,
licking cum off her fingers as a young man had sucked a nipple
topping one of big fat breasts.

Whatever language they had been speaking, one word had been crystal
clear…the young man had said `mama'

Taimur had looked at Zain in shock "Did he just call her his mother?"
He had asked

Zain had his cock in his hands and had been gently stroking it as he
smoked a cigarette casually.

Zain had nodded and said "Dono Ma behta hai" (Both are mother and 
son)

Taimur had cum in his shalwar.

"Yeh na mumkin hai yaar!" (That is not possible) He had protested

Zain had laughed as he had seen the shocked look on Taimur's
face. "Yaar! They're actors. The story is about incest…you know,
Machordye (Mother fucking)

Taimur had watched as the film moved on to a dinner table where a
young girl and older man joined the two who had just been fucking in
a civilised dinning scene.

"Look" Zain had said "That is the father and sister of the boy ….the
father has already had the daughter…, twice…should I rewind it for
you?"

"This is only a movie right?" Taimur had asked slowly (Father and
daughter? Mother and son?)

Zain had nodded as he said "and in the next scene the sister gets
fucked by her brother in the shower. Aur wooh be gaand mai."(And that
too, in the ass)

Taimur had watched as the movie switched to a scene with the brother
and sister smooching and squeezing each other in the shower.

Taimur watched as the sister had turned around and bent over, pulling
her buttocks apart and revealing her anus.

The brother had wasted no time in aiming his cock at the exposed butt
hole and sinking it into his sister.

There had been several scenes after that and Taimur was hard as ever
when Zain took him home.

"But these things don't happen really…do they?' Taimur had asked.

"Yaar!" Zain had said with a sly smile "Is dunya mai, sub Kutch
chaltey. Jub admi gharam hai, doo, kissi ki choot chalengi' (Dude, in
this world, anything goes. a horny guy will fuck any cunt he can get)

Taimur had thought this over carefully and then he had shaken his
head.

"Nahin" He had said firmly "Yeh Pakistan mai nahin hosukhta." (No.
This cannot happen in Pakistan)

Zain had looked at him with a mysterious smile and said "Mere bhai,
Pakistan mai sub Kutch chalta. Ab bahut masoom ho.' (My Brother, in
Pakistan everything happens. You are just an innocent).

……………………………..

It was Zain who had made Taimur aware of his sister Alia's sex 
appeal.

He often dropped Taimur home in his new car after college before
picking his mother up from her volunteer work.

Zain always had a cold drink or a cup of tea when he dropped Taimur.

Alia had been home about a week when Zain had seen her for the first
time.

She had come into the drawing room holding a tray with cola and
snacks on it, and slipping her slippers gracefully off her feet had
walked over to Zain and offered him the cola.

She had smiled pleasantly and called him "Bhai" (brother) very
correctly.

She did not make eye contact with him, and kept her head fully
covered.

Taimur had seen Zain stare at Alia, as she left, and noticed that he
smiled that sly smile he used when checking out college chokries
(Babes) or watching a hot looking woman cross the street at the
traffic lights.

As Taimur watched Alia leave he seemed to notice for the first time
that she was a woman.

Taimur had become aware of the sexual magnetism of Alia since then.
The sway of her hips as she walked, the rise and fall of her breasts
as she breathed held him helplessly in their power.

Zain seemed to spend more time at Taimur's house after that day, too.
Even when his mother's social work moved to another area of the city,
Zain still made the out-of-the-way journey to drop Taimur home.

Taimur noticed also that Alia seemed to be moving a bit more sexily
when Zain was around. She seemed to like the attention Zain gave her.

Alia's arranged marriage to a cousin (Tahir) had not been successful.
Her in-laws and her parents had thought that a few months of
separation would calm the friction between Alia and her husband. So,
she had been sent home to her father's home and into that grey area
of semi-separation.

Motherhood had agreed with Alia. Her complexion, though always fair
had taken on a glow that was hard to describe. Her figure had filled
out. Gone was the thin, flat chested 5 ft 4 girl of pre-marriage. In
its place was a hot 38 26 35 sexy woman who made heads turn wherever
she went.

Not that Alia dressed provocatively. With a father like hers, to
leave the house uncovered from head to toe was unthinkable. Call it
chemistry or simple sex appeal, the fact was Alia gave off a strong
sexual signal that could not be hidden behind a chaddar.

Then there was the breast feeding. The first time he had seen her un-
button her shirt and pull a milk swollen breast out for her hungry
child to suckle on; Taimur had felt his knees get weak and a thick
stream of sweat roll down his back, as his Lund (cock) had almost
jumped to full erection.

Alia had looked at him and smiled. She had told him that he really
shouldn't watch her feed the baby because Father would get angry.

If Alia had noticed his erection as he reluctantly left the room, she
never said so.

That had been the start of months of torture for him. His every
waking moment driven by a desire to see her breast feed again; his
sleep a succession of nipple sucking wet dreams, that left him hungry
for Alia

………………………………………..

Zain had made various remarks about Alia. All quite harmless and
polite at first but, as time went by, and Zain and Taimur watched
more and more porno and read more and more porno stories, Taimur
found the remarks getting more sexual.

At first he was annoyed but, he began to realise what a turn on it
was to listen to Zain compare a certain porno actress's ass to his
mother's ass and breasts to Alia's.

Zain was careful to never go too far but, Taimur was himself
beginning to put Alia's face to the actresses he watched getting
pumped, on the TV screen.

Each film would fill his mind with another fantasy of Alia.

Without commenting about it, he began to notice that most of
the `totas' (porno films) Zain put on were incest stories. Brother's
screwing sisters, sons humping mothers and fathers pumping daughters
with lots of vocal `Daddy' and `mama' groans.

The language was a problem, as most of the dialogue was in German
Swedish or French. There were a few English language ones, but they
were not as `hot' as the other films.

One day Zain had asked"Alia kya kurte `sukoon' kiliyea?" (What does
Alia do for relief?)

They had been watching a very intense film in which, a mother was
riding the cock of one son while another son, was slamming his cock
in her butt hole. The father, seated in an easy chair close by, was
holding the firm ass of his daughter, as she happily and very loudly
rode his impressive cock;

Taimur had blinked and still staring at the orgy on the TV screen had
asked "Mutlab?" (Meaning…?)

Zain had continued "Sex Yaar! Tumari Appa nay Lund ka zika layliaya
doe ab unki under wooh piyas aur puk hongi. Natural say bard… (Sex
Dude! Your big sister has tasted a prick and must be hungry for it
now. It's only natural.)

Taimur had thought about that, and then he had shrugged and
said "Nahin maloom yaar. Shahid Ungli say karm chalati… (No idea.
Maybe she fingers herself)

Zain had laughed and said "Tum kessa bhai ho? Is ki madard karo…Isko
chaudo" (What kind of brother are you? Help her out …fuck her)

A few months earlier and that statement would have led to a fist
fight but now, after exposure to the world of incest pornography, the
idea of fucking Alia was not so shocking or unimaginable Hell. He had
fantasised about it often enough. Every time he super imposed her
face onto some actress getting fucked on the screen and imagined his
cock piston in and out of her choot, he was committing incest in his
mind.

From then on the talk about Alia got hotter and more lustful. When
Taimur retaliated by saying Zain should first fuck his own mother.
Zain had laughed like a mad man. Wiping a tear from his eye as he had
finally stopped laughing, Zain had said simply "Great idea Dude".

………………………………………

Then today Zain had told him he had a surprise for him, A Desi
Machordye tota... (South Asian Incest Porno flick).

Taimur had been stunned by the news. A real desi incest flick?

It had been obvious from the start that it was an amateur film. No
credits. No Title. No gentle lead in to the story; Just there on the
screen suddenly, was a woman's bare back with the handy cam focusing
in on the fat butt and the long lund slamming in and out of the
woman's choot, doggy style.

The image was raw and hard but what made the film so great was the
sound of the woman panting and, moaning as she demanded satisfaction.

"Chaudo Harami! Zor sai chaudo apna ma ko! Kya mei nai mard yah larki
pedda kya! Chaudo Mujhe!" (Fuck you bastard! Fuck your mother hard.
Did I give birth to a man or a girl? Fuck me!) The woman gasped out.

"Low khutti! Mai tumari choot pardunga! Yeh low! Low apna behta ka
lund!"

(Take it bitch! I am going to break your cunt! Take this! Take your
son's cock!) The man said.

The handy cam now moved down to the side of the couple and Taimur got
a side view of the lund ramming into the choot….

The couple were still hurling abuse at each other as they fucked.

Taimur was vaguely uneasy watching the film. Something about it was
familiar.

"Oh Ammi! Moo khullo! Moo idhar karo jaldi!" (Oh mother! Open your
mouth! Turn towards me…quickly) The man said urgently.

There was a moment of confusion as the handy cam blurred and then
Taimur saw the top of a woman's head moving franticly as she sucked
the lund of the young man.

There was the sound of heavy breathing as the man panted "Chosoo mera
lund khutti! Mere munni pilo... ahhh ahhhhhhhhh! (Suck my cock bitch!
Swallow my cum)

The handy cam shook as the man let out a cry of pleasure and the
woman sucked….

Taimur was as usual, pulling on his erect lund trying to postpone his
own release of sperm….

The 15 minutes of video tape was no master piece but the sheer raw
sexual power of watching too amateurs fuck and curse in Urdu was a
total mind fuck.

The man had stopped coming; the woman released his cock from her
mouth and taking hold of it looked up and smiled into the handy cam
lens.

"Itna zada munni behta? Tum nai mutt nahin mara aj kya?" (So much cum
son? Didn't you jerk off today?) she asked before beginning to lick
his lund clean.

Taimur stared in unbelieving shock as his lund spat a ball busting
load of cum out into his fist…

There was no way it was possible but his eyes saw at once why the
film was familiar… It was shot in Zain's room, the "Linkin Park'
poster was there on the screen and on the wall and the woman not only
looked liked Zoobia auntie, it WAS Zoobia auntie…

The screen went blank as Taimur turned to look at Zain, sitting
behind him on the bed.

"Jee ha mera bhai. Wooh Mei aur Ammi thi" (Yes my brother. That was
me and mum) Zain said with a smile.

Taimur could only stare in silence as Zain told him how he had been
having sex with his own mother for several years. In fact, his mother
had taken his virginity.

Taimur had listened in growing excitement as he found himself
thinking of fucking his own mother and sisters.

……………………………………………

As Taimur laid thinking, his lund as hard as ever, he sighed in
frustration. Looking quickly sideways he saw that his elder brother,
Nasir (20) was snoring away in the bed next to him in only his 
briefs.

If their father was to come in now, Nasir would be tugged by the ear
to his feet and given a shout for being improperly dressed. Their
father was a man with old fashioned views on just about everything.
Dress code included.

No doubt Nasir, would be made to wear full shalwar Kamiz (Long shirt
and baggy trousers) even to sleep in. Taimur wondered if his father
showered in his clothes, perhaps nudity was taboo even alone in the
shower?

Taimur lifted his legs straight up and let the legs of his shalwars
balloon out down as the breeze of the fan penetrate to his manhood.

Taimur heard his mother in the kitchen and realised that it was
already 5pm and time to get up. It was also baby's feed time and Alia
would be sitting in the lounge with her kamiz (Long shirt) up or open
with the baby happily sucking on her fat dark nipple

He quickly dressed and went to the lounge as usual.

After Zain had asked him what Alia did for relief, months before, he
had started to spy on her. Finally, he had managed to catch her in
the wash room leaning back against the wall; her eyes closed a she
pushed a hand down the front of her shalwar and played with herself.
Unfortunately, she had not undressed so Taimur, had been unable to
see her body, as he himself masturbated outside the washroom window.

That had confirmed to him, the truth of Zain's words. Alia was hot
and horny after getting no sex, after months of regular fucking.

…………………………………………..

Alia smiled as Taimur came into the lounge and sat down. She was not
embarrassed as she lifted her kamiz and fed her hard leaking nipple
into her baby daughter's mouth. To be honest, it made her feel very
sexy to know a man was watching her breast feed; even if that man was
her own brother.

Alia had noticed the look on Taimur's handsome tanned face, the first
time she had breast fed in front of him. It was a look she had seen
on her Tahir's face many times….the times when he wasn't arguing with
her that is.

The tenting of his shalwar had confirmed what she suspected. Taimur
was being turned on by the sight of her naked breast.

It wasn't only Taimur though, there was also his friend Zain who
watched her with that hungry look, men seemed to have wherever she
went. In Zain's case, his horny smile and lusty eyes didn't repulse
or scare her. She actually liked it and made subtle gestures that she
knew told him she liked it.

She bit her lip and squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt
her choot (pussy) get hot and wet. Thinking about Zain and Taimur
made her hot.

She had at first been appalled that Taimur could be the object of
desire. Her own brother...? But as she had often done as she fingered
herself for relief, she fantasised about him fucking her. Since sex
outside marriage was unthinkable, why not break every taboo in your
mind?

If you were going to finger fuck yourself till you came all over your
fingers, why not make it as hot and nasty a fantasy as possible?

The sensation of her baby suckling her sensitive nipple and the hot
lustful stares Taimur was unable to conceal made her feel hot.

It had been six months since she had been fucked, last. A final hard,
rough, goodbye fuck from her husband before he told her she was going
back to her parents.

Her mind went to that night, remembering the pleasure she had felt as
he had slammed his long hard burning hot Lund (cock) into over and
over again, until she had cum with him.

Whatever the differences between them, sex was one area in which they
were perfect for each other.

Her wedding night fears as he took her virginity had soon been
overtaken by her natural sex drive. She remembered the surprised yet
happy look on his face as she had quickly adjusted to his size and
invasion of her and matched his thrusts with her own.

The blood stained sheet had been her salvation, its presence proof of
her just taken virginity.

The baby had stopped sucking, her stomach full as she dozed off into
a nap. Alia laid her carefully on the sofa beside her and gently
hummed her to sleep

Alia, lost in her own thoughts suddenly realised that she was
massaging and squeezing her heavy breast in plain sight of her
brother. It was her luck and curse to be a milk machine. She always
had more milk then the baby wanted. Her breasts sometimes ached with
the pain of it.

She had drifted off in her thoughts and begun to squeeze and expel
excess milk from her breast automatically only realising her actions
when Taimur stood up and closed the door of the lounge. She smiled
and began to adjust her kamiz as Taimur knelt beside her and took a
breast in his shaking hands and started squeezing and milking them as
she had done.

Taimur looked mesmerised as he squeezed his sister's breast and saw
the milk drip from her nipple.

Alia was shocked at him but soon gave in to the pleasure his hands
were giving her.

She saw him bend and lick the milk tipped nipple and sighed. It was
so good. It was so relaxing to feel her breasts being slowly drained
of the painful excess milk.

The sound of her mother calling every one to take tea brought them
both to their senses.

Taimur looking shocked, scared and confused, released her breast and
stood up, his Lund hard as steel in his shalwar kamiz and his balls
throbbing painfully.

Alia said a silent thank you to him as their eyes met and she saw the
effect she had on him.

Her pussy was almost weeping with desire as she adjusted her kamiz
and told him to go and take tea.

The house was in darkness. The power had gone in the whole area. It
was 10.30pm and only Taimur and Alia were at home.

Taimur had suffered throughout the evening. His erect Lund had
refused to go down even though he had masturbated twice. He thought
again about the amazing events of the afternoon,

Taimur had watched Alia seem to drift away into a dream world. Her
face had turned red with some secret thoughts he could only guess at.

Then as she had begun manipulating her breast as if in a trance he
had felt himself stand up and close the door. He had seemed to be in
dream as he knelt in front of her and took hold of her fair skinned,
fat breast.

He thought he could still taste her milk in his mouth. Naturally, he
couldn't but the mind can play strange tricks on you.

He and Alia sat in silence on the terrace roof of the house, enjoying
the cool yet weak breeze that rolled in from the sea. The rest of the
family was at Sea View promenade in Clifton trying to escape the 
heat.

Alia had not wanted to go. The baby' sleep schedule had to be kept.

Taimur had seen a smile on Alia's lips as he had volunteered to stay
behind with her.

A strange nervousness came over him as she looked at him.

Alia had fed the baby again but since Father was home, it had been
behind the closed door of the bedroom she shared with Nabila.

The lights had gone off almost as the family all got in the small
Suzuki Hi-Roof mini van and this seemed to make them hurry to escape
the house.

As always, like so many other Karachittes, Alia and Taimur had headed
to the roof and some relief from the heat.

They had sat in silence, on a rug, in the moonlit night, as the baby
slept in her carry cot covered with a mosquito net.

"Baji?" (Elder sister) Taimur asked "Kya Mei Kamiz utar suckta?" (Can
I take my Kamiz Off?)

"Ha, utaro, Papa nahin hai" (Take it off, father isn't here) Alia
said.

Taimur heard Alia sigh.

"Kya bard hai Baji?" (What's wrong?) He asked

Alia replied `nothing' and Taimur saw her cup her breasts, she was
massaging them.

"You are in pain?" Taimur asked, his Lund hard as rock his heart
racing.

Alia nodded and sighed again, her kamiz was wet with the excess milk
that was leaking from her breasts.

Taimur knelt facing her and looked into her eyes….

"Can I help you?" He asked

Alia was hot. She had been all day and especially since the
afternoon. She looked around and then stood up then headed for the
stairs, she stopped in the doorway of the stairway and looked hard at
Taimur before stepping down the first flight of steps.

Taimur was sitting in silence when he heard Alia call his name

Taimur went to the stairway and saw that Alia was leaning against a
wall with her kamiz off and her breasts naked.

He went down to her and began to squeeze and suck on the leaking
nipples like a hungry baby. Alia sighed and bit her lips to stop from
crying out.

As Taimur sucked and squeezed her breasts she felt her pussy throb
and get hotter and wetter.

Alia felt Taimur press himself against her, his hard lund pressing
eagerly against her tummy…..it just made her moan with hunger. Her
husband had never missed a chance to screw her, how she wished Tahir
were there now, fucking her as he used to. She felt almost insane
with the desire to be fucked.

Taimur took her left buttock in his hand and squeezed mercilessly as
he rubbed himself against her. His erect Lund pressed hot and
demandingly at her tummy. He tasted her milk and suckled at her left
then her right nipple as her hands played with his hair and neck.

Alia's legs opened and her hand struggled with the Nara (cord)
holding her white shalwar up. Taimur's hands joined hers and helped
her untie the knot in the cord. They were both breathing heavily now,
hungry for each other.

Alia was driven by the heat in her choot while Taimur was driven by
the aching in his balls and the fear that he would shoot his load
before he was in her.

Neither thought of their blood relationship now. Pure animal
sexuality had taken over. They both needed to fuck desperately.

Alia allowed Taimur to tug her shalwar down and then helped him untie
his own shalwar, they were hurrying now. Both wild with lust…

As Taimur let his shalwar fall to his ankles. Alia took hold of his
shaft and guided its wet head to the entrance of her choot.

Taimur instinctively bent his knees as he move between her legs and
took hold of her ass.

With the experienced hand of someone who had done this many times
before, Alia placed his cock head at her dripping entrance and
groaned as she felt him thrust upwards into her cunt.

Taimur felt his head spin as he felt the unexpected heat and wetness
of her hole. He had never imagined a girl was like this inside.
Smooth and soft yes; but so hot? So very wet?

He began pumping almost as soon as he had entered her, his balls and
groin smeared with the juice almost flooding from Alia's choot.

He held her ass and pressed his still vest covered chest against her
breasts. They were both panting and groaning now and after only a few
hard thrusts, Taimur came. Spitting his sperm into the hungry cunt of
his sister.

Sweat dripped from them, running down their bodies as the held
tightly to each other and Taimur filled her.

Alia clung to Taimur with all the strength she had. Her hands holding
his firm tight butt as she enjoyed the feel of his juice pumping into
her.

He had cum too quickly for her, she was still hot and hungry for
more….there was always later. "Aram sai Taimur" (Slowly Taimur) Alia
whispered softly in her younger brother's ear. He was lying on her,
his slim buttocks rising and falling between her milky white thighs
as he fucked her.

"Oh Appa!" Taimur moaned "Mujhe baddash nahin ho suckta!" (I can't
take it anymore) and with that and a final thrust of his slim hips,
he shot his load of Bhai ke Pani (Brother Juice) into her hungry
choot (pussy).

Alia felt his hot semen flood her as his Lund (cock) throbbed in her.

She had been so close to her own orgasm, but he had cum too quickly
again, she was still hot.

Taimur slowly got off of her and flopped down beside her on the bed.

It was early morning. Most of the family were asleep. Nasir, the
elder brother, Taimur shared a room with, was out of town on office
business.

The chance to fuck had made Alia and Taimur plan for her to sneak
into his room at around 2 am.

This was the third morning they had done this. Nasir was due home in
the afternoon and that would make it hard for them to enjoy each
other.

Alia got up and quickly dressed, the baby would wake up and her
sister would wonder where she was. She felt her brother's seed
trickling down her thighs and looked at him as he lay naked on the
bed, his Lund lying sideways across his hip, all wet and sticky. She
felt like sucking it, but time was short.

She had just stepped out into the darkened hall when she gasped and
felt an arm go around her waist and a hand clamp on her mouth to
silence her scream.

"Aista Alia" (Hush Alia) a male voice whispered on her ear "It's me
Nasir"

Nasir opened the door to his room and pushed Alia back into his room.

Taimur sat up startled to see Nasir push Alia roughly back into the
room where he lay still naked on the bed.

Alia gasped and turned away from Taimur covering her face with her
hands as Taimur pulled the bed sheet over his still semi erect Lund

Nasir looked at them both very calmly and said "OH Please!"

He sat on his bed and looked at Alia and Taimur with a half smile on
his lips.

"Mei nay sub kutch dekha. Masoom bun nay key koshish mutt kar" (I saw
everything. stop trying to be so innocent) He said softly.

Taimur was shaking as he listened to Nasir speak. He was scared to
death of what Nasir might do next.

Alia was also scared but she asked "Kia Dekha?" (Saw what?)

She adjusted her dupatta on her head and tried to look innocent all
the while feeling the now cool semen of Taimur slipping out of her
choot and down her thighs.

Nasir looked at her and smiled "Taimur aur Tum….Kia or bolo?" (Taimur
and you…should I say more?)

Then with an evil smile he added 'ya tumari shalwar utaro, tangey
kulkey aur Taimur ka munni dikhaoo, ab ki choot mai? "(Or should pull
your trousers down, open your legs and show you Taimur's spunk in
your cunt?)

"Taimur aur Mei? Kya Mutlab hai tumari?" (Taimur and me…what do you
mean) Alia asked in a shaky voice trying to sound brave.

He then explained how he had come home early and heard strange noises
from his room and a light on, finding the door unlocked, he had
slowly opened it and peeped in. There, in the soft light of a bed
side table lamp, he had seen a nude Taimur heaving and panting
between Alia' naked thighs and watched as they fucked. He had closed
the door when he saw Taimur collapse on Alia having obviously cum.

Taimur received a slap from Alia as she hissed "I Told you to lock
the door you fool!"

Nasir laughed and leaned back on the bed rest on his Elbows, his legs
slightly parted.

"Bus karo Alia, bus karo" (Enough Alia enough) Nasir said "Dekho
Alia, mai nay nah shore majaya nah mar-pit shuru kya…." (Look Alia, I
haven't made a scene or started beating anyone up)

Reaching under the shirt tail of his kamiz (long baggy shirt), and
adjusting his hard on, he continued "Mai samaj suckta kay ab ko sex
ka zuruate hai….." (I understand you need sex). Sitting straight He
added with a big grin he added "Mujhe bee zuruate hai…. "(Me too)

Alia and Taimur stared at each other unsure what to do. Nasir was so
calm and cool about it all. It seemed unnatural.

"Kutch samaj ai?" (Understand?) He asked looking hard at Alia.

Alia nodded She had noted the hard on tenting Nair's shalwar-kamiz
(cloths) as he sat on the bed and had already decided to offer
herself to him even before he asked. After fucking one of her
brothers, what difference would being fucked by the other make?
Incest was incest no matter whose Lund pumped her.

Nasir decided to take charge and said calmly "Alia go and wash your
pussy in our wash room and then Taimur, go and take a long shower
………."

Nasir then walked over to the bedroom door and locked it. Pulling his
Kamiz, off as Alia stepped quickly into the bathroom to wash her
choot clean of Taimur's spunk…..

When Alia came back out of the washroom, she knew what to expect.

Nasir and Taimur were physically very similar. 5 ft 6 with slender
but well muscled bodies and a light brown complexion, Nasir had a
short beard though that was rather straggly and untrimmed.

Taimur watched nervously, his own Lund re-hardening as he thought
about his elder brother and sister screwing in his room where he
could watch...

"Hey Harami! Tu nay upna maza layliaya, ab Tu under jao "(Hey
bastard! You've had your fun now go inside) Nasir said as he untied
the Nara holding his shalwar up.

Alia watched Taimur quickly dash into the bathroom and locked the
outside latch like Nasir told her to do. 'The little sister fucker
will watch us otherwise as he jerks off' Nasir had said casually, as
he stepped out of his Shalwar.

Alia turned to see her brother standing naked in front of her,
cupping his hairless balls in his hands and pulling gently on the
thick long length of his Lund (cock)

Alia saw at once that he was bigger then Taimur, probably 2 or 3
inches longer and even bigger then her husband's talented cock.

Like her husband and Taimur, Nasir's Lund was darker then the rest of
him. Probably because of the blood engorging it, it looked a dark
angry brown. Nasir was also completely shaven, not a single black
curly pubic hair on his groin or balls or under his arms…

Nasir came over to her and turned her around, making her bend down as
he pulled the shirt tail of her kamiz up over her milky white ass and
slapped her fat butt playfully.

"Pehli chucker jaldi sai karna" (First round quickly) he said as he
pulled her shalwar down and took up position behind her aiming his
fat hot cock head at her wet slit.

Alia braced herself as she felt his cock head, split and slice its
way in the succulent slit of her hot bald pussy.

Alia felt his cock stretch and fill her as no Lund had done before.
She felt her resisting pussy give way and absorb him, welcoming his
intrusion with a flood of pussy juice.

Nasir was holding her hips now and moving himself slowly but
confidently in and out of his sister's fuck box with experience and
self control.

Alia was already moaning softly in pleasure. This was what she needed
not the wild uncontrolled pumping Taimur gave her but, the steady
deep thrusts her brother was giving her. Each inward thrust sent his
cock deep into her, his cockhead bumping against her wombs cervix as
his balls slapped against her smooth, soft, fair thighs.

Alia wondered why she had wasted time on Taimur when such a cock was
under the same roof. Nasir was like her husband who had a good,
prick, and knew how to use it. Then she smiled as she realised that
Taimur with his wild fucking was still a great way to get rid of some
heat….

She reached between her legs, her fingers softly stroking Nasir's
balls as he rammed her now with increasing speed and heavier
breathing. The 'thuk! Thuk! Sound of his balls slapping against her
thighs as his prick ploughed into her …

Nasir watched as his long dark brown pole moved in and out of Alia's
wet sloppy choot. He stroked and squeezed the fair skinned full
buttocks of her and pulled the cheeks apart to see the hairless
depression of her butt crack and the twitching entrance to her anus.

Nasir felt the growing heat and wetness in his sister's choot and
felt good, Obviously Taimur was not giving her all she needed and he
was happy to 'fill-in' for Taimur and his brother-in-law.

Nasir had been out of town with a group of officials, at a seminar
where he had taken the opportunity to see an old friend and neighbour
of his mother. That 'auntie' (as he had called her since he was a
child) had taken his virginity, many years ago and, on his frequent
visits to her house, (more frequent after he had had her) had taught
him the various ways to pleasure woman and take pleasure from a woman

She had been very willing to let him slip his 8 inch Lund between her
legs again, and fuck her up against the wall of the washroom, just
like old times, while her husband and children watched an Indian film
in the T.V. lounge.

The three days of the seminar had given him time to take lunch at her
house, and fuck her in her marriage bed. Take Dinner with her family
and then take her doggy style in the washroom or just stop by for tea
and a quick blow job, on the drawing room sofa.

The auntie was now in her early forties but still a hot sexy woman
with a great body (38, 32, 36). It had been just like old times,
watching her moan and groan on his Lund.

Usually, a three day fuck mela (festival) like that would satisfy him
but, after seeing Alia getting pumped by their brother Taimur, his
balls had seemed to fill to over flowing as his prick demanded a
taste of Alia's sweet cunt.

Now as he pistoned his manhood in and out of her hot tight box, he
felt the pressure build and gasped in relief, as with one final
savage thrust (Aunt had advised him to always finish that way) he
exploded his spunk into Alia's sweating panting body.

Alia collapsed face down on the bed as Nasir uncorked his cock from
her flooded fuck hole.

She felt her legs quiver in the way they did after she had cum. He
had made her cum twice during his ride. Her pussy felt happily full
of juice, his and hers and as her fingers stroked the leaking
entrance of her cunt she sighed contentedly. That was just what she
needed…

Nasir opened the bathroom door and called Taimur out, into the
bedroom where their sister lay damp with sweat and leaking from her
pussy on his bed.

Nasir looked at the stiff erection in Taimur's shalwar and said "Take
it off and lie down beside Alia on the bed.

Alia looked at Nasir and Taimur as Taimur lay naked on his back
beside her on the bed.

Nasir told her to take her kamiz off and get stride Taimur. Alia did
as Nasir said and sighed as Taimur grabbed her tits (she wore no bra)
as they swung above him and began to greedily suckle on the milk
filled nipples of his sister.

Alia reached for Taimur's Lund and guided it to her spunk filled
choot reading Nasir's mind as she positioned herself to sink down and
ride him.

Taimur let out a groan of pure pleasure as he grabbed Alia's hips and
ass and thrust his prick up into her cunt as she slowly sank down on
him.

Nasir watched Alia riding Taimur a few minutes, enjoying the sight of
his brother and sister fuck each other. This was so much fun…

After watching Taimur slamming his brown cock hard and fast up into
Alia's well lubricated cunt, his pace helped by the fact that she was
very well oiled by Nasir's semen and her own cum juice,

Her went to the top of the bed and pointed his now revitalised cock
at Alia's lust filled face.

She looked up into his face as he said 'Moo calloo janu…. Chusso mera
lund...piyar sai" (Open your mouth and suck my cock gently)

Taimur stopped pumping as he watched Alia take hold of Nasir's
massive man meat and take it in her mouth.

He watched as Alia lovingly licked and sucked Nasir's brown cock.
Manipulated his balls. Alia didn't neglect Taimur's Lund, and moved
her cunt hard against his cock

Taimur watched Nasir's cock fill Alia's sweet mouth to full capacity
in amazement.

This was all happening only inches from his face, he could see the
ball sack of his own brother hovering above his face as their sister
sucked on his brother's long thick manhood.

Taking firm hold of his sister's hips and squeezing his eyes shut he
ruthlessly thrust up into her again and again.

He heard Alia's muffled gasp and heard Nasir tell her not to bite his
Lund off….

Nasir was enjoying the feel of Alia's mouth happily sucking his Lund
like a favourite lollipop but, he had other plans in mind for Alia at
that moment. It was amazing how fucking hot he felt.

He eased his spit covered Lund out of Alia's mouth and allowed her to
eagerly pull on it with her soft hands, before moving to the foot of
the bed and watching Taimur pump her eagerly.

Alia had been enjoying the feel of her brother's big cock in her
mouth. She had reluctantly released it when he had eased it
backwards, thinking that he wanted her to use her hand to make him
shoot his load of cream over her face like her husband liked to do..

She watched as he went to the foot of the bed and knelt behind her on
the mattress… she understood and felt an orgasm blast through her
pussy over Taimur's fucking lund as Nasir pulled her buttocks further
apart and teased her butt hole with a cum coated finger.

He looked at Alia's lust filled eyes and raised an eyebrow in a
question. He could feel with his finger that Alia's husband had
obviously made use of this hole too, what he wanted to know, was if
she was ready and willing for him push his large man meat in with
Taimur (or without Taimur) poking her cunt with his cock.

His aunt had told him to always be nice and ask first as his massive
prick had been a challenge even to her experienced butt.

Alia had never been fucked by two men at the same time. She knew from
the whispered gossip of the women that it did happen, although
naturally none would ever admit to having tried it, but could she
take two cocks at once?

She decided to find out and nodded at Nasir with a haltingly
whispered plea for him to be gentle.

Taimur held his breath and stopped moving as he felt the mattress sag
and saw Nasir behind Alia's ass wink at him as Alia pleaded for
gentleness.

Nasir was doing all the things he had been too nervous to try with
Alia. Oral sex and now anal. For some reason he suddenly thought of
their younger sister Nabila and groaned ….

Could he get Nabila? Could he fuck her like he was fucking Alia?
Would Nasir take her too? Taimur hoped so…

Nasir slowly and gently eased his Lund into the tight back passage of
Alia as he held on firmly to her hips. His aunt had taught him, years
ago to be firm but gentle whenever he butt fucked a woman, even one
as used to his fat long cock, as she was.

Finally, with generous amounts of spit from his mouth and pussy juice
from her Lund stuffed fuck box, he managed to sink his dick into her
anus.

Alia had almost past out, Here she was with her bearded brothers
prick in her ass and her other brother's dick in her pussy being used
in a way she had never thought possible,

She felt Taimur and Nasir slowly move in and out of her two holes,
slowly trying to pace themselves and time their movements.

After a few seconds a good steady tempo was going which made Alia
feel like she would die with pleasure.

The whole room seemed to spin and be filled with the sounds of
panting, heavy breathing and the bed creaking

A strangely erotic thought occurred to her…. Her mouth was empty.
What if her husband was to fill it with his man meat as Taimur and
Nasir used her other holes?

But wait! What if that third cock were her father's? What an
incestuous orgy that would be!

Alia, respectable decent Alia, butt fucked by her brother Nasir,
screwed by her brother Taimur sucking on the Lund of her
conservative, father Ali.

They would switch places, each taking turns with each fuckable hole
each filling her with their munni (semen), as she would cum over and
over again…

She was almost insane now with lust. She wanted it so badly. She
wanted her father in her too.

It was Taimur who broke the tempo , unable to control himself, he
grabbed hold of Alia's breasts and squeezed them hard as he made
three powerful thrusts upwards into her choot and unloaded his semen
in boiling hot torrents into her.

Alia collapsed in a weak moaning mass as she came hard and lay
panting and moaning as Nasir steadily increased his pace in her butt
hole and finally shot his sperm deep into her bowls.

All three were exhausted and happy beyond belief at the end of their
incestuous orgy... Alia's father, Mr Ali Tahir, was an impressive
looking man. He was a 6 ft 2 giant; light brown with broad shoulders
and bright greyish blue eyes. He kept his head shaved and allowed his
beard to grow as long as it wanted. It hung from the chin of his
fifty three year old face, in a wiry grey black uncontrolled way. He
owned and ran, a small chemists shop in the Hyderi market near his
home. This silent man, in his starched white shalwar Kamiz suit, and
white Namaz ke topi (skull cap) was held in respect by all who knew
him.

Today, he stood behind the counter of his shop and examined the
prescription the lady in front of him had just handed him. He knew
the woman casually. She had become a regular in the market and was
often in his shop buying cosmetics or other items.

He had watched her enter the shop, in a tight shinny blue suit with a
black dupatta around her head. Her face heavily made up with dark red
lip stick and black eye liner.

She handed Ali the prescription and looked over the cosmetics display
counter.

Ali knew what she was from the moment he first saw her swing her hips
provocatively and smile coyly in the market. Any doubts he may have
had, were silenced by the sight of her slowly walking along the side
of the road and getting into various cars as they stopped beside her.
She was a prostitute. Everyone said she was….

Ali could smell the heavy scent of her perfume and see from the low
cut neckline and the points her nipples made in her suit, that she
was braless. In her profession, what use was a bra really?

"Behta" Ali said "Yeh ab ki perchi hai?" (Child is this your
prescription)

She seemed momentarily startled by being called "Child" but nodded.

Ali looked into her face and guessed that her age was probably in the
late twenties. Not a bad looking woman. Really.

Ali reached for the medicines listed and handed them to her. He
stared at her full breasts as she searched in her purse for the
money. She seemed to sense him watching her and moved to give him a
better view of her breasts, leaning forward as she handed him the
money. Ali looked out at the street and licked his lips as he asked
her how much.

She allowed her fingers to touch his hand as she said "Kya chaiyee?
Short time ya full night' (What do you want?)

Ali felt his Lund with his hand and said "short time" They agreed a
price and he told her come back in half an hour as he was closing. He
watched ass as she left the shop. He had closed the shop and was
waiting inside, when he saw her climb out of a car and stroll
casually towards the market. She was pushing something into her
handbag as she walked. Flashing a smile as a motorcyclist nearly hit
a stopped car as he turned to whistle at her.

She came in and he closed the shutters of the shop.

Money exchanged, he pulled her small hot body into his arms and ran
his hands over her back, ass and breasts as he licked and kissed her
neck.

"Achaa Bhai sahib" She laughed "Achi bard hai Time queue ziyur karo?"
(Ok, dear sir, why waste time").

"Bhai sahib nahin…..Cha-cha bolo" (Not dear sir........, Uncle) Ali
panted as he pressed his hard cock against her stomach. He had to
bend his knees to press it against her that way. She was only 5 ft
and he was 6 ft 2.

She understood at once.

Ali pulled her Kamiz off and kneeling down began to man handle and
suck her breasts. His hands tugging her shalwar down as he reached
round to her naked ass and squeezed. She had been without panties. He
made her lie down on the floor in front of the counter on a card
board box he had collapsed to make a makeshift bed. He was not so
cruel as to expect her to lie down on a cold tiled floor. He then
removed his starched white kamiz (shirt and pulled his vest off. His
chest covered in a thick grey black carpet of hair and his pot belly
popping over the waist of his shalwar (Trousers). Standing up he
quickly untied the Nara of his shalwar, and pulled them off. He stood
a moment and looked down at the well filled out body of the rundi
(Whore) lying on the card board at his feet. His thick long Lund
twitched in approval eager to get into action and slam into her
shaved pussy. The girl widened her eyes as she saw his tool for the
first time. "Aram sai ……Cha-cha" (be gentle uncle) she asked in a
timid voice. She was she really acting the part

He wondered how many Lunds had been in her since morning. Two, three
a dozen? She was someone's daughter… just as Alia and Nabila were his
daughters.

"Kya naam hai Tumari?" (What's your name?) He asked pulling on his
man meat as he licked his lips in anticipation.

"Kya naam chaiyee…cha-cha?"(What name do you want Uncle) She asked
Seductively leaning back on the card board and sliding a leg slowly
up and down the other.

"Alia!" he said without stopping to think why he chose that name.

Reaching for a box of condoms he quickly unsealed one and slipped it
on to his throbbing 8 inch cock.

Ali got down between her open legs and watched as she pulled the
hairless folds of her choot apart, giving him a clear view of the
pink flesh inside. Taking hold of his cock, he aimed the head at the
offered opening and pushed it in. Then putting her feet on his
shoulders he leaned forward and slammed his Lund savagely into her.

She gasped and said "Aram sai …." (Take it easy!)

He fucked her hard for few minutes, getting his cock deep into her
hot box with each stroke. Her choot was well used to Lund but Ali
still felt it grip his thick cook tightly. Not too tight but the girl
was certainly making the right noises…. "Cha-cha…..itna bara lund hai
tumare' (Uncle you cock is so big) She said in a sweet voice.

"Alia" He asked, his eyes closed "Car mai khonn tha?"(who was in the
car?) he squeezed her fat ass in his large strange hands, his fingers
reaching for the deep gap between her buttocks as his prick pumped in
and out of her …

Cha-cha Woh…Woh dost tha" (uncle…he ….he was a friend) She answered

"Nahin... dost nahin…. Larka tha …." (No he was not a friend he was a
boy) He corrected His fingers finding her butt hole…

"Ha Larka tha cha-cha…." (Yes a boy) She played along

Ali pictured her in the car beside a young man, her legs spread wide
as he rubbed her pussy as he drove … ""Arb say kya karm tha?" (what
did he want with you?) He asked sending his cock in and out of her
wet, hot cunt. He imagined her on her back in the back of the car,
the man between her open legs, fucking the shit out of her…

"Oh Cha-cha" She whined "Usney muhj sai butamizzy kya" (Oh uncle…he
was so rude to me). She moved her legs off his shoulders and wrapped
them around his waist, moving her ass up to meet each thrust of his
hips.

"Kya kia usney?" (What did he do?) Ali asked, squeezing one of her
fat breasts and thinking of Alia's large melon like tits

"Meri mamme dubyah aur phir….." (he squeezed my breasts and then…)
She said knowing from the way he throbbed in her that he was feeling
turned in by it. "Phir!?" Ali snorted taking a large nipple in his
fingers and squeezing. "Phir Alia?" He demanded imagining her breasts
being squeezed by a young man as he watched them shake and wobble
under him...

"Phir usney meri us ka Lund pair aka aur bola… dubao' (Then he put my
hand on his cock and told me to squeeze it…) She said squeezing her
legs tightly around his waist. "Phir kya?" (Then what) Ali asked

"Phir usney upna hart meri tangey ke beach mai dalke, meri choot sai
khela unglia key sart" (Then he pushed his hand between my legs and
played with my pussy with his long strong fingers…) She said Phir
usney mujko petchli seat pai push kia aur meri shalwar utara aur meri
choot mei inka lund dahla... aur zor sai chauda mujko" (Then he made
me get in the back seat and pulled my trousers down and then, he put
his cock in me and fucked me hard…) She whispered hotly.

"Maza ai ab ko?" (You liked it?) Ali demanded, his balls slapping
against her ass as he fucked her faster. This fantasy was making him
want to screw like a teenager Nahin Cha-cha…mujko board taklef houa"
(No cha-cha ...it hurts so much ….) she whined. "Lakin… Abko maza ai
….ainna? Jhoot mutt bolo... daddy ko such sutch pattao..... Alia"
(But you liked it right… Don't lie Alia… tell daddy the truth….)

The small chemist shop was now filled with the sounds of Ali heaving
and panting as he pumped the girl harder and faster.

"Ha daddy…board maza ai….lakin Abka lund iska lund say zada lumba aur
chaura hai…Abka lund sai…board maza hai!"(Oh Yes daddy I loved it…
but you cock is longer and thicker then his and your cock gives great
pleasure) She answered, experience telling her that he was ready to
cum.

"Kya usney under farek kia" (did he cum in you) Ali asked very close
now…

"Jee...under dahla …..Tum be dahlo daddy…Alia ki under Upney munni
dhal"(Yes…he put it in me…you also cum in me daddy…Cum in Alia!) She
panted and begged. It was all he needed and he came. Filling the
condom in her hot wet well used pussy full of his seed as he thought
of Alia with her legs around his waist panting and sighing under
him…..