Karachi Family (Part 1 to 10)

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By: sher gill


Dear Readers...Hi, This is sher gill...

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. 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 favorable opinion of her.

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

“Numkin bhe” (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 “Donu Maa beta hain” (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, Madarchode (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 civilized 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 bhe gaand main.”(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 duniya mai, sub Kuch chalta ha. Jub admi gharam hai, tu kissi ki bhi choot chaleegi’ (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 ho sakta.” (No. This cannot happen in Pakistan)

Zain had looked at him with a mysterious smile and said "Mare bhai, Pakistan mai sub Kuch chalta ha. App buhat masoom hoo.’ (My Brother, in Pakistan everything happens. You are just an innocent).

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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 5 ft 4 girl of pre-marriage. In its place was a hot 36 25 36 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

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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 realize 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! kiya karte ha, Sukoon kay liya?” (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! Tumhari Appa nay Lund ka zaika lay liya ha, tu ab unkay under wooh piyas aur bhur choki hogi. Natural say baat ha… (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. Shayed Ungli say kaam chala layti hongi… (No idea. Maybe she fingers herself)

Zain had laughed and said “Tum kaissy bhai ho? un ki madad karo…Unko Chodu” (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 fantasized 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”.

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Then today Zain had told him he had a surprise for him, A Desi Madarchode 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.

“Chode Harami! Zor sai chodu apni Maa ko! Mai na kiya mard pedda kiya ha! Chodu Mujhe!” (Fuck you bastard! Fuck your mother hard.) The woman gasped out.

“Low kutti! Mai tumari choot Phar dunga! Yeh low! Low apnay beta 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! Mou khullo! Mou 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 kutti! Mare Manni 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 zaiyda manni behta? Tum nai mutth nahi mare aj kiya?” (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 haan Mare bhai. Wooh Mai 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.

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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 realized 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.

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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 fantasized 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 realized 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 realizing 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 mesmerized 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 others, 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 “Kiya Main Kamiz utar sakta hoon?” (Can I take my Kamiz Off?)

“Haan, utarlo, Papa nahi hain” (Take it off, father isn’t here) Alia said.

Taimur heard Alia sigh.

“Kiya baat 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.
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[Alone Soul]

nice part one