“Haan kaya? YES WHAT?”
By now I was really getting edgy by her games. Annoyingly I replied, “Haan, haan, main Sabeen ki layna chahta hoon, uss ki phudi marna chahta hoon. YES, YES, I WANT TO FUCK SABEEN, WANT TO SCREW HER CUNT.”
“Tou naraaz Keyun hotey ho! SO WHY YOU GETTING MAD!” After a pause she asked, “Pher abhi tak kuch kaya Keyun nahien? THEN, WHY HAVEN’T YOU DONE ANYTHING SO FAR?”
“Mauqa nahien milla abhi tak. HAVEN’T GOTTEN ANY CHANCE YET.” I was normalizing again. Then I added, “Yar Anjali! yeh bataoo keh woh mujhey dey gi? ANJALI DEAR! TELL ME WOULD SHE FUCK ME?” I intentionally used those highly taboo words.
She looked into my eyes and blatantly stated, “Mera kheyal hai keh haan… Woh tumhain bohat pasand kerti hai. Woh har waqt tou tumhari baatain kerti rehti hai. I BELIEVE SO… SHE LIKES YOU A LOT. SHE’S ALWAYS TALKIN’ ABOUT YOU.”
She further added, “Raz ki baat bataaoun woh tum per marti hai. MAY I TELL YOU A SECRET; SHE HAS A BIG CRUSH ON YOU.”
“Really?” I was genuinely surprised.
“Trust me.” She further said, “Woh bari bhuki nazaroon se tum ko dekhti hai. Kaya tumhain patta nahien hai? SHE STARES AT YOU WITH INTENSELY LECHEROUS LOOKS. DIDN’T YOU NOTICE BRO? And not only that, time and again I caught her staring at your crotch.” She laughingly got hold of my dick again.
My heart and cock jumped with jubilation. But I was more concerned about Anjali’s reaction. “Anji, tumhain patta hai… ANJI, YOU KNOW… that we’re more than siblings now. I mean I love you so much…”
“And me too,” she interrupted me.
“Lakin, BUT,” I continued, “kaya tum mind kero gi agar main ussey court keroon? WOULD YOU MIND IF I COURT HER?” I was surprised how freely I was talking to my sister cum girlfriend about fucking her best buddy. And more astounding was the fact that it was she who has brought up this topic.
“Nahien, NO. I told you that.” She paused a little. “Kaya tum aaj kerna chahtey ho? DO YOU WANT TO DO IT TODAY?”
“Aaj? TODAY?” My heart missed a beat in anticipation.
“Let’s plan it, Ned. Main bahana ker ke tum douno ko akailey chhor ker ghar se chali jaoon gi. Tumhain time mil jaye ga. I’LL MAKE AN EXCUSE TO GO OUT OF THE HOUSE, LEAVING YOU BOTH ALONE. YOU’LL HAVE TIME.”
“Muger… But…”
“Fikar na kero bhai, DON’T WORRY BRO,” She cut me in, “Tum ko ziyada koshish nahien kerna pare gi… Tumhain ek aur raz ki baat bataaoun, woh tumharey leye aasani se apni tangain khool dey gi. LET ME SHARE ANOTHER SECRET WITH YOU, SHE’LL TOO EASILY OPEN HER LEGS FOR YOU. You don’t have to persuade her hard…” She laughed loudly. “Bus tum te’ar raho, ONLY YOU NEED TO BE READY,”
“Kaya woh etni hi betaab hai? IS SHE SO DESPERATE?”
“Well, yes. She is not dating anyone these days. Moreover, she fancies you badly…
“Oh Yes,” she added, “greet her with a kiss today.”
Wasn’t it mind-boggling that my own sister was planning for me to seduce her best friend? I have not greeted her like that before. I mean I have never kissed her before. Bless me! It was too exciting for me. My cock took a leap and was stone hard in anticipation. I moved forward and kissed my sister on her lips.
“Thank you so much, sis,” I grabbed her and laid her back to the bed. Then in no time I was on her naked body. My rigid cock was rubbing her pussy, as I was deep kissing her.
She pushed me aside after awhile and said, “That’s enough,”
“Keyun, why?” Said I surprisingly.
“Sabeen ke leye becha ker rakho. SAVE IT FOR SABEEN.” She said mockingly. “Chalo te’ar ho jaain; Sabeen aaney wali ho gi. LET’S GET READY; SABEEN WOULD BE ANYTIME NOW.”
How bizarre was all this? The eccentricity ran in genes of the entire flock of us. We were one heck of perverted family.
We went to the bathroom and took a quick shower together.
-=*=-
Sabeen arrived as we were having breakfast. Anjali received her and brought her to the dining room.
“Hi Sabeen,” I yelled.
“Hello Ned,” she almost screamed too.
I stood up and we shook hands. Then I leant forward and kiss her cheek. She was stunned at first. She stared at me then stole a look at Anjali, who had a broad—ear to ear—grin on her face. Sabeen then threw a big laughter. “How’re you handsome?”
“Splendid,” I replied.
“Looks to be in high spirits!”
“Because you’re here,”
We had a small tête-à-tête then both friends went into Anjali’s room. I took the newspaper and went into the lounge but was unable to concentrate in anticipation of the coming events. So, I put the newspaper aside and began thinking about Sabeen and about our would-be encounter today.
After about half an hour I head Anjali yelling for me.
“Ned, tum kahaan ho? Eidher aaoo. WHERE ARE YOU, NED? COME HERE.”
I went into the room. They were sitting on the bed.
“Bhai tum kahaan ho, Sabeen tumhara pooch rehi thie? WHERE ARE YOU BROTHER, SABEEN WAS ASKING FOR YOU?” Anjali energetically said.
“Main akhbar perdh raha tha. I WAS READING NEWSPAPER.”
“Hum aap ka intizar ker rehey hain aur jenab akhbar main gum hain… WE’RE WAITING FOR YOU AND YOU’RE BUSY WITH NEWSPAPER.” This time Sabeen remarked.
“Main ne kaha keh tumhain kuch space dey di jaye! I THOUGHT, BETTER GIVE YOU SOME SPACE!”
“Yahaan space hi space hai bhai. BROTHER THERE IS ALL THE SPACE HERE.” Anjali cheered.
“Come on yar, buddy, give us company. There are no secrets here.” Sabeen said. Then she extended her hand and said meaningfully, “Come on, let’s be friends,”
“Sure,” I shook hand with Sabeen.
“Okay then… Tou ab hum dost haan na, Ned? SO NED, ARE WE FRIENDS NOW?” Sabeen asked me.
“We always were,” replied I, smiling. “Puke dost, REAL BUDDIES.”
“Tou pher date peh chalain? THEN SHALL WE DATE OUT?” Sabeen yielded out laughter, and Anjali and I followed suit her, I though wondering over her readiness.
“Chalo, LET’S GO,” I replied.
“Shabash! Dosti hoi nahien aur tum douno date laganey chaley ho, EXCELLENT! YOU HAVEN’T BEEN WHOLLY FRIENDS YET BUT READY TO GO ON A DATE,” Anjali mocked.
We both laughed.
“Bhe’ie, WELL,” Anjali continued. “Tum douno kahien na jaoo, main hi chali jati hoon. YOU BOTH DON’T GO ANYWAY, I’LL LEAVE.”
“Arey yar…main tou mezzak ker rehi thie, tum serious hi ho gayien, COME ON DEAR…I WAS JUST KIDDING AND YOU GOT SERIOUS,” said Sabeen abruptly, somewhat embarrassed.
“Nahien yar, aisi koie baat nahien. Mujhey zira bazaar tak jana hai, ghar ka souda lana hai. NO DREARY, IT’S NOT THAT. I HAVE TO GO TO THE MARKET TO BRING GROCERY FOR HOME.”
“Yeh ziyadti hai, Anjali, THIS IS UNFAIR, ANJALI,” Sabeen’s tone was lame and I could easily made that out.
“Yar main abhi aa jati hoon. Pher tum douno ne date bhi tou marni hai. I’LL BE BACK SOON. THEN, YOU ARE DATING TOGETHER.” Then Anjali told me, “Main Arifa ko saath ley ker jaa rehi hoon aur bahir se dervaza lock ker loon gi, tum aaram se jo chaho kero. Have fun. I’M TAKING ARIFA ALONG AND WILL LOCK THE DOOR FROM OUTSIDE; DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO. HAVE FUN.” She winked at both of us and left.
Oh, my outlandishly blunt sister!
We gossiped around with small talk. Sabeen was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. One of her shalwar’s powncha, cuff, was slightly drawn up and I could see hair on her leg and a cold wave passed across my spine.
Oh, I forgot to mention my complex before; I have a fixation of hair—hair on women’s legs. Whenever I see hair on female’s leg, I am stimulated and waves of cold run through my spine. Is it called leg fetishism? I am not sure but certain it has some knots deep down into the psychological realm. I tried to ignore her leg because had I concentrated on it even a little, I would have a hard-on right away. That’s my sore point.
She began conversing about our school days. We were together in the same school, I being the senior of course.
“Tumhain Nelofer yaad hai, Ned? YOU REMEMBER NELOFER, NED?” She asked.
“Oh, haan… AH, YES… Of course,”
“Mera kheyal hai keh hum saatveen class main thae jub tumhara uss ka affair har aik ki zubaan per tha, I BELIEVE WE WERE IN GRADE SEVEN WHEN YOUR AFFAIR WITH HER WAS A TALK OF THE TOWN,”
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