In the Waves of Passion Pt. 02

Preface

There was a longstanding demand from my avid readers to conclude the tale of the two siblings. I apologize to them all as it took me too long (it might seem ages to them and they might have lost the hope) to finish the task. Finally, there demand has been realized. The story is completed; it has eight chapters divided in five parts of nearly equal length and all have been published at Literotica site under the category of Incest.

As the story progressed, I realized that the first two chapters (Part I) needed revision, which I undertook by bringing about minor changes. But then I was confronted with a major issue. You remember, the lead female character was called Mehvish. The problem was that the name ‘Mehvish’ did not blend at all with the character of her family that had been evolved during the course of writing. I gave it a deep thought, as it would be a significant change, and try not to alter it but the renaming seemed most appropriate and inevitable. Now, therefore, our heroine is known as Anjali (nicknamed Anji) and not as Mehvish or Mena. I regret any inconvenience I might have caused to my readers in this regard.

Although I have given a synopsis of recollection of Part I, my advice to the readers is that they shall reread Part I (if they haven’t), which will definitely redouble their pleasure. Generally the bilingual feature of the conversation was appreciated except for one remark against it. I, therefore, am keeping the feature, nevertheless, have tried to make it more comprehensible to non-Urdu or Hindi readers. The translation of Urdu/Hindi dialogues, which are written in italics as before, has been capitalized. So, ignore the italic words and read only the normal and/or capital letters and you, being a non-Urdu/Hindi reader, will miss nothing.

I once again thank my all the readers who have commented on or wrote to me. Your encouragement and motivation was indeed a source of inspiration to me and the sole reason for the completion of this work. I still need your remarks and evaluation without which this tale will remain incomplete.

Enjoy the narrative—SE.

Recollection of Part 1:

Naveen (the Narrator) and Anjali’s parents killed in plane crash. Naveen was only 20 and his sister was two years younger then. Their two khalas, maternal aunts, help them re-manage their lives. After a few days of their parents’ death, both siblings accidentally discovered some photographs and films. They were sexually explicated pornographic pictures about their own parents and aunts: Having sex amongst themselves or with other strangers in one-to-one, threesome or group sex scenes. Both the siblings were dumbfounded to view them. Once, watching a movie of their parents having sex with various people, the young but poor brother and sister felt caught in a trap and the only way out was to let them flow along with the waves of passion, lust and desire. The torrent outburst of their excited emotions took them to the valley of forbidden where both sibling had have sex together and thus were introduced to incest.

Background:

This story is a work of fiction, staged somewhere in Pakistan. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. English is yet another language largely used in the Subcontinent. In middle and upper classes usually either English is spoken or a lot of English words and phrases are used during the conversation in the local languages. I’ve used the same practice in the dialogues for realism. Nevertheless, for the non-Urdu speakers, every Urdu phrase or sentence is immediately followed by an English translation. Therefore, if you are alien to Urdu/Hindi just skip the italic words, and surely you’ll miss nothing. 3

Four months later.

Since our first sexual encounter, we made love to each other periodically. I never knew that my own sister would be so hot and horny for me. She really liked screwing me. We both have in fact fallen for each other. We were in love—frantically in love, and the desperation of being in love was overwhelming. The craving of forbidden had taken away all morality or righteousness; we were least pushed of being siblings or the fact that we are into incest or what people would think about us. We wanted each other, we loved each other, and we liked to have sex with each other, period.

Men, as I understand, are more extrovert and aggressive when it comes to women, sex or power. Women, on the other hand, are shy and docile. But what I didn’t know was that Anjali was one wild and hot little sexy slut when it comes to sex. I knew that her boldness had something to do with me. I mean, after all, I was her brother and she was comfortable with me. But, I confess that I did not have her nerves. You may disagree keeping my previous experiences in mind but it was only that I had just got carried away. Believe me, if it were not she to persuade me to carry on with our newfound ‘taboo’ relationship, I would have called it a day long ago. She was not only open-minded enough but was too bold, rather kinkily ‘open’ in a manner if you allow me to say. She would do stuff I could never ever had envisaged or had the nerve to do.

In such a short time, she had changed my way of life. Though being her brother, she made me understand how to appreciate and enjoy life; how to shun away or subdue unnecessary inhibition and reserve; to regard and honour the weaker sex.

The other significant aspect was her attitude, which had completely changed now. Once been so social, outgoing and carefree, she now took interest in the house and was concerned about me; she was much composed self than ever. She told me that since she loved me so deeply from her heart, she would always be ready to do whatever makes me pleased. And in those four months she had proved it. My remotest and wildest fantasies had or appeared to come true through her. We both shifted to our parents’ bedroom and started behaving and living like husband and wife.

I truly love my sister as well. It was as if I could not live a moment without her. We now used to rush back home when we were through with our respective work. Our friends were puzzled over this change in us but we always had something to satisfy their curiosity.

We repeatedly watched the pictures and videos of our parents and aunts ended up fucking each other on every instance.

Last night I had a real great fucking session with Anjali; we literally screwed the living daylights out of one another.

It was weekend and we went out for dinner to an exclusive but a cool romantic place. We selected that far-way dinning place to avoid our acquaintances. I was in a dinner suit. She wore our mom’s Indian silk sari with a re-tailored sleeveless blouse and had nicely made up her face. I had told her not to put on a petticoat or bra. Reluctantly she complied. Now her bare abdomen was showing her admirable navel. She was looking stunningly beautiful. Almost every eye in the dining area followed her as we entered. We asked the maître d’ for a quiet and private table, and with a broad smile she showed us one. I was sure that she must have taken us as a newlywed duo. I also observed that even the stewardess was stealthily staring at Anjali.

We placed the order. And as the maître d’ moved away Anjali said to me:

“Tum ne dekha, woh bhi mujhey ghoor rehi thie. DID YOU NOTICED, EVEN SHE WAS STARING AT ME.”

“Well, tum sexy he etni lag rehi ho keh koie bhi tumhain ignore nahien ker sekta. WELL, YOU’RE LOOKING SO SEXY THAT NO ONE COULD IGNORE YOU. You’re the most beautiful and the sexiest person in this place.”

“Thank you,” said she irritatingly.

“Keyun, kaya hua? WHY, WHAT HAPPENED?”

“People are staring me, Ned. Uss aadmi ko dekho… LOOK AT THAT MAN… Bastard! See how lustfully he’s staring at me.”

“Dekhney dou, tumhara kaya jata hai. LET HIM WATCH, WHY ARE YOU PUSHED.” I further added, “Tumhain tou khush hona chaheay keh woh tumharey sexy jism ko appreciate ker raha hai. YOU SHALL BE PLEASED OVER THAT THAT HE IS APPRECIATING YOUR SEXY FIGURE.” I grinned wickedly.

“Shut it you… Tum sub murd aik jaisey hotey ho—rascals. ALL YOU MEN ARE SAME—RASCALS.”

I laughed her off.

After dinner, the stewardess came to us and asked about the food.

“It was yummy.” I replied.

“My chicken in pineapple sauce was wonderful.” Anjali said.

“Thank you ma’am.” Then she asked us, “You seemed to be newly married,”

Anjali gave me a confounded stare.

“You’re right Sonia,” I answered reading out her nametag pinned up on her left tit.

“Please select a desert from the menu. It’s on the house, sir.”

I noticed again that she stole a glimpse at Anjali’s provocative, low-cut neckline and that Anjali had observed it too.

“Thankeu Sonia for the offer,” said Anjali.

She took the order and went away.

“She seemed to have a crush on you.” I whispered grinningly.

“You’re a real imp, Ned.” She said tapping a spoon on my hand. And we both laughed.

Later, Sonia came up to the lobby to see us off.

“Thank you sir…madam… Hope to see you again.”

“Sure, we’ll,” said I.

Then Anjali did something startling. She moved forward and kissed Sonia on her cheek. “Thank you too for you courtesy, Sonia. You’re very sweet person. We’ll do visit you again.”

It wasn’t a simple, innocent kiss; it was hot and suggestive as was the emphasis on ‘you’.

I could see Sonia’s face flushed and her eyes went wide in bewilderment but the broad sweet smile on her face that never withered away was evident that she was not offended at all by this unaccepted gesture of her honourable guest.

Back in the car I mocked Anjali, “I didn’t know that you’ve a crush on Sonia too.”

“Honestly, you’re a dirty minded pervert, Ned.”

Steering the wheel with one hand, I pressed her naked navel with other. “So, we’re coming back to show this again to Sonia?”

“Will you give it a rest with Sonia, Ned?” She added, “It appears that it’s you who is taken up with her so much because you can’t stop pronouncing her name again and again.” She gibed at me.