The everbest wives: 5

Posted: May 14, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, incest, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sāimah Al Ħaider |5 Comments

The everbest wives

Durgesh

1. No Hindu, Please!

2. Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

3. I do hate hypocrisy

4. In the Moonlight

Chapter 5:

I still love, Durgesh, with immense pride

Hi, my name is Sāimah Al Ħaider.

It’s my real name and I don’t want to hide it.

Why should I?

What’s there to hide?

Every woman loves a man.

Doesn’t she?

So, what’s there to hide?

Every woman loves a man and gets fucked.

She loves it too very much.

No exception!

So, what’s there to be ashamed of?

I’m proud of it.

And every woman must be.

Why should not we?

If we don’t love to get fucked, the entire human society will come to its end, damn it.

Therefore, idiots, damnfools, morons, bloody hypocrites, NEVER try to make me ashamed of it.

Don’t try to fool me ever.

I am a student of commerce in Bangalore and I have a Hindu boyfriend who is my classmate.

We have been going strong for about a year now and I have had a beautiful relationship with him.

I even lost my virginity to him a few months back.

But this is actually the story of me and my cousin brother.

Now let me tell you all that I love my brother a lot.

It’s just that we are related that’s why I could never say openly that I loved him.

But yes, I have had a crush on him.

I was always very impressed by his manners, his nature and since he was good in studies, he had earned the respect of mine, my family and all others.

He is quite good looking too.

Most of my extremely beautiful friends also had a crush on him and I was quite possessive about it.

I never liked them telling me or talking to me about him.

Even though he is my cousin, My paternal aunt’s son, I still have a relationship far more closely than even a real bother with him.

I have shared everything from my school days, my friends and all the happenings of my life with him.

He was the first one to whom I confessed that I had lost my virginity because I felt very guilty after losing it.

He is my Everbest friend.

So Here it goes.

Since Durgesh had recently finished studies and was working, we used to get to meet only a few times in a year when he used to come over to our hometown in Calcutta.

I had bunked a few classes so I can come home when he visits the family.

Wow, I love him.

Even though I had a Hindu boyfriend, I still had some sort of loving attraction to him.

I always wanted to kiss him but was very scared and never dared even to ask for it.

It was a nice Monday afternoon and we as usual were playing badminton in the garden.

I am better than him; he lost to me all the time.

Our gardener wanted to cut the grass in the lawn so he asked us to go somewhere else.

We decided to go to the roof.

The roof was three floors above, so we decided to take lots of water, some fruits and some soft drinks and go up.

We took it all, went to the roof and continued to play around.

After some time it was beginning to get hot, so I asked my cousin, Durgesh, to wait.

I went down and changed from my jeans to an old blue school skirt that I used to wear at home.

It was of knee length so I also put on short black tights under the skirt.

I came up and saw Durgesh drinking some juice.

He looked at me for some time and just kept looking…

“Sāimah Al Ħaider has become a really beautiful Musalmān girl, I must say…you look sexy sweetie!!!”

This is what I wanted to hear.

My dream had come true; my brother thought I was sexy!!!

I just wanted him to take me in his strong Hindu arms.

But then I didn’t want to rush things up so I resumed playing.

I wanted to attract his attention so I used to jump up a lot to let my skirt fly up so he could see my short tights and my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body structure.

An hour passed, and I was getting tired.

I even wanted to use the toilet very badly.

I was quite open to my Durgesh so I told him that I wanted to go to the toilet so he said,

“ok I will wait, I want to finish the game because I want to win at least once.”

I thought to myself,

“Durgesh, you have already won me but what can I do, you are my brother.”

I said,

“Durgesh, I’ll just go to the other side of the terrace and do it there. There was a small room made while the building was being constructed and was not used anymore.” I said, “I will go there.”

Durgesh said ok.

I went behind.

Durgesh was innocently practicing with the badminton shuttle in the front side.

I went inside the room, parted my legs a bit, lifted my skirt and started to open the clip on my tights. Oh no… It was stuck!!!

I needed to pee very badly.

I was trying hard to open it, but it was completely stuck.

I tried to break it but it was made of metal probably, so I couldn’t do anything.

I tried to open it for about five minutes or so but just couldn’t do anything.

I put the skirt down properly and went back to Durgesh.

I knew that it was wrong but I needed some help.

I wanted to run to the house but I knew that I couldn’t hold it walking down the steps.

I somehow managed to get back to Durgesh.

He was still bouncing the shuttle on his racquet.

“Finished?” He asked.

I said,

“No Durgesh… my tights clip is stuck can you help me?”

He looked a bit surprised and said,

“I don’t know, let me try, where is it?”

He thought it was probably on my skirt so I came to him.

He sat down on the bench in front of me.

I was feeling very ashamed and naughty at the same time.

But I had to do something soon so I just lifted my skirt up in front of him and showed him the clip.

“What are you doing sweetie, Sāimah?” He asked.

“Durgesh, please help me open the clip I have to pee very badly.”

Durgesh said, “Ok” and put his hands on my rights clips.

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

I closed my eyes.

I was standing in front of my brother with my skirt raised and he was trying to remove my tiights.

I began to feel so naughty.

Durgesh was trying to undo my tights and all I could do was look at him.

I somehow began to admire him, his patience and the way he was like a perfect gentleman helping me out.

I was looking down at my tights and his fingers were trying to open the clip.

After about 10 minutes, I felt the clip open and he said, “Ok, now go soon.”

I turned around and with my skirt lifted in my hands started to walk quickly towards the room.

But now I had been holding for too long.

All of a sudden, I felt my pee rush out, I tried to control it but it was too late.

I helplessly started pissing into my tights.

I felt so ashamed but naughty at the same time.

I then sat down like a Musalmān girl does when she pees and continued to pee in my tights.

All this happened right in front of Durgesh.

I turned towards him and while looking him I was pissing in my tights.

I dropped my skirt down and continued pissing.

The streams ran down my legs and made a puddle in between my legs.

I got up confused and helpless.

My eyes filled with tears and I started crying.

I thought my brother would laugh at me saying that at 17 I was not able to control my pee but My understanding brother first came to me, lifted me up and made me sit on the bench.

He even pulled the skirt off from below me so it wouldn’t get wet.

And while I was crying he lovingly held my face and said, “Sweetie, Sāimah darling, it’s ok, don’t worry. It happens sometimes. Not your fault.”

He helped me get up and asked me to go and clean myself up as there was a water tap near the end of the terrace.

I was too ashamed even to talk.

I just kept crying.

So he made me stand up and bent down.

Lifted my skirt and lowly tried to pull down my tights.

I stopped him,

” Durgesh No, please don’t do this, I can’t embarrass myself anymore in front of you.” I said.

To this Durgesh said,

“What’s wrong sweetie, I am your brother. I have to help you. And it doesn’t matter because I have known you from childhood and it’s ok.”

Somehow, these words had a magical effect on me.

I started to respect and love him even more all of a sudden.

And I just looked at him as he slowly slid my tights down my legs.

I was just like a darling in front of him.

He kept the wet tights on the wall of the terrace and said,

“It’s nylon. It will dry soon.”

I still had my panty on.

He said,

“Now go back and take the rest off”.

By now, I was so much turned on and so horny that I said,

“Durgesh, I don’t mind being naked in front of you.”

With that, I lifted my skirt again, pulled my panty down and took it off.

Durgesh was surprised and didn’t know what to say.

He just looked away.

My perfect Durgesh.

All I could do was just look at him for a Moment and then still naked, went to him and said,

“Durgesh, you are so close to me. Anyone would have laughed at what I have done but you helped me instead. Durgesh… I love you.” I said and hugged him in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān nudity.

Durgesh responded too and hugged me,

“It’s ok darling!” he said.

Probably I was sitting in an uncomfortable position, so when I tried to get up, I lost balance and feel onto Durgesh’s hands.

And I realized I had fallen with my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts straight in Durgesh’s hands.

It was the feeling that I would die to have.

Durgesh was touching my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

My Hindu boyfriend rarely ever did this; all he would do is kiss me and just make love.

That’s all.

Durgesh seemed to enjoy all this.

He turned me over and looking at me said, “Sāimah Al Ħaider, I am sorry, I should not be saying this to you but I think you have developed a very firm and beautiful bust line.”

That was it.

I knew that I had attracted my brother.

I smiled, looked at him and asked, “Durgesh, Don’t you want to feel them again?”

Without a word, Durgesh just put his hand on my chest and slowly cupped my breasts.

I looked at him lovingly playing with them.

My dream had come true.

It was every Musalmān girl’s dream.

To have Durgesh touch her lovingly.

I just hugged him.

Durgesh slowly pushed me back and running his hands through my hair, he slowly planted his Hindu lips on mine.

I was waiting for this Moment all my life.

I just closed my eyes and wished it would never end.

After a few Moments of kissing I opened my eyes and confessed “Durgesh, I have always wanted you to kiss me. I know it’s wrong that’s why I never had the courage even to ask you for it. I knew you would get angry with me. so I never wanted to ask you like this. But now I know that you love me too!”

Durgesh said,

“Sweetie, Sāimah Al Ħaider, even I have loved you, but you are Sāimah Al Ħaider, my cousin. How will we do all this? It’s not right. That’s why I had been silent. I am very possessive and I was not comfortable when you said that you have a Hindu boyfriend and that you had lost your virginity to him but I know that after all you are a girl and she needs to have love and care so I came to terms with it.”

Hearing this Sāimah Al Ħaider said,

“Durgesh, even I feel the same. If you were not my brother, I would have loved you and only you like crazy.”

Durgesh kissed me once again on my forehead and said,

”Ok darling now get up , put your clothes back on and lets go down.”

It was already four in the evening.

We went down together.

I was very delighted with the beginning of this new relationship.

I had a bath and he washed his face too.

We decided to go have ice cream.

So I asked Ammī to give us the car.

I had changed into a tight short salwar qameez.

I know that Durgesh would like it and he did !!!!.

We went to have ice cream.

All the while, we were in the backseat together he was holding me closely.

I whispered into his ears “Durgesh, want to feel my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts again?”

He said the driver might see. So I just came close to him and covered the front of my chest with my chunni and asked him to fondle me from below it.

I was feeling so sexy.

My brother was cupping my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and pressing them from above my bra and qameez.

It felt so good.

We get down, had our ice cream , all the while discussing all sorts of naughty stuff and things related to sex.

We returned home that evening.

We spent time with my Abbū Ammī and my sister who had come back from school.

We talked about his job and business and I even cooked some cookies for him.

We had dinner and left for bed.

He was in the guest room and I slept with my sister on the first floor and parents on the ground floor.

Durgesh was on the topmost floor.

I was not able to sleep that night.

All the things just kept coming back to my mind.

I couldn’t help it so I woke up.

Checked the time.

It was two in the morning.

I went to his room and opened it.

He was sleeping.

I went in and sat by his side.

My handsome Hindu brother. How I wish he was my Hindu boyfriend !

I slowly put my hand on his chest and shook him gently to wake him up.

He got up and saw me.

He set his hair properly and sat back against the bed and asked what happened.

Without a word, I just hugged him.

Durgesh did the same too.

Then I stood in front of him and lifted up my skirt and said,

“Durgesh.. See you little sister, is she beautiful?”

“I love you sweetie, Sāimah!”.. Durgesh said and hugged me again.

Suddenly he put his hands on my breasts and started pressing them.

I was feeling so good.

The best part was that he was looking straight into my eyes and pressing them slowly from over my nightie.

He even cupped the bottom part and slowly rose at times and slowly pinched my nipples too.

I said,

“Durgesh, let me take my nightie off.”

With that, I started unzipping it from the back.

Durgesh stopped me,

“Let me do it.” he said.

My eyes were full of happiness.

That was what I wanted all my life.

I loved Durgesh, not as a sister, or cousin.

I loved Durgesh as my dream life partner.

I just put my hands on his strong shoulders and he started to unzip my nightie.

He dropped it off from my shoulder and took it off from under me.

I was now in my slip, my bra and my panty.

I sat on his Hindu lap while he continued to press my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

I love my Durgesh.

That’s what I could think at that time.

Slowly he put his hand on my waist and slowly kissed me.

We kissed for a long time and he still kept playing with my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

I was at times looking at how he was pressing them.

I felt so much loved , so sweet and so secure in my Hindu brother’s arms.

I just feel back on his chest and allowed him to fully cup and press my breasts.

I must confess that I wanted Durgesh to make love to me.

I needed him right now.

His love had taken me to that level that now there was no turning back.

But I was also scared at the same time.

We kept kissing and playing with each other.

Then Durgesh stopped.

He made me stand in front of him and looked at me with those loving Hindu eyes.

I wanted to give him my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body to make love to, but I was very scared to make the first move.

Then I don’t know what made me do it, but I just fell back on him and kissed him on his Hindu lips.

I slowly put my palm on his pajamas zip and I felt his Uncut Hindu Penis for the first time.

My dream was coming true.

Durgesh asked,

“Sweetie, Sāimah, I think we should stop here or we might do something which we don’t want to. You are going too far. Don’t touch that. Leave it, darling!”

But I just couldn’t and kept touching and pressing his Uncut Hindu Penis.

Durgesh took my hand away but I naughtily put it back again.

Then I said to Durgesh in a whispering tone,

“I want to see it.”

Durgesh was surprised.

He said,

“If you don’t want to stop, go ahead. Do whatever you want to. I have warned you.”

I now knew that I was in control.

Durgesh was NOT in control.

I wanted to fly in the sky.

I wanted to fuck him.

I wanted to fuck Durgesh.

I wanted to fuck Durgesh all my life from now on.

I wanted Durgesh to replace my Hindu boyfriend in my life forever.

I slowly opened the zip and lovingly pulled his Uncut Hindu Penis out.

Oh my.

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

What a beautiful sight.

It was so hard, I could see the Hindu veins tight and wrapped all round.

I have seen my Hindu boyfriend’s Uncut Hindu Penis a lot of times and my brother’s was darker than, longer than, thicker than, and stronger than that of my Hindu boyfriend.

I was so intoxicated with love that I just put it in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis was now in his Musalmān sister’s mouth.

No one can love a brother more than his sister can.

That’s a truth.

I wish all sisters got such a hot and good-looking Durgesh they can have sex with.

I looked up at Durgesh and saw the satisfaction on his face.

It was all that I wanted.

I had made my brother so happy.

I loved and thanked myself silently.

I kept sucking my brother lovingly till he slowly held my head back and said that he was about to ejaculate.

I just kept going on and on and on.

Suddenly I felt a warm Hindu fluid fill up my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Durgesh was ejaculating.

His Hindu semen was filling my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I felt a little uneasy but Durgesh’s Hindu semen kept oozing into my mouth.

It was so much that it dripped out from the side of my lips.

I couldn’t believe that a man can ejaculate so much semen in one go.

I had seen my boyfriend do it, but never so much.

Durgesh got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I followed him.

I rinsed my mouth and looked at Durgesh cleaning the tip of his Uncut Hindu Penis.

I loved that sight.

After that, Durgesh and I came back and went to the attached balcony.

We stood over there.

I was still in my slip my bra and panty.

Durgesh looked at me, lovingly held my face and kissed me.

I allowed him fully.

He lifted me up in his strong Hindu arms and took me to the room.

He sat on the bed and made me sit too.

He said,

“Darling , you are a very good Musalmān girl . I can never ever find anyone who loves me so much. But you are my cousin; my Māmoojān’s daughter. I can’t go beyond this.”

I said,

“I understand Durgesh, even I wanted to have you inside me. I want you to enter me but I can’t do that because you are my brother. I don’t care even if I have a Hindu boyfriend. But the main reason is that I have to live up to be a sister.”

By then it was almost 3 30 in the morning.

Both of us were tired.

Durgesh went to the toilet to pee.

He came back and kissed me.

I said I wanted to piss to.

But again, I wanted to be naughty and attract Durgesh’s attention.

I went to the toilet.

Kept the door open.

I stood at the door, parted my legs and looking at Durgesh.

I started to let my piss fill my panty under my slip skirt.

Durgesh looked at me till I finished.

I washed my legs and came back to the room.

I took my slip off and pulled my panty down.

I wanted Durgesh to see me fully naked.

I slowly took the bra off my shoulder and stood in front of Durgesh fully nude for some time.

Durgesh pulled me close.

Made me sit on his Hindu lap facing him and slowly touched my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.

I kissed him with love.

He took out his Uncut Hindu Penis and placed it at the front of my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.

I looked at him and for a Moment, and we ended our relationship as brother and sister.

He pushed himself inside me.

I opened my mouth with pain.

It was too thick for me.

But he gently stroked me slowly sometimes kissing me, sometimes licking my nipples sometimes pressing my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

Durgesh slowly picked me up in his arms with his Uncut Hindu Penis still in me and put me on my back on the bed.

He held my legs with his hand from the ankles and started to ram me.

A brother was having sex with his sister.

A relationship was being broken and another formed.

Two hearts were meeting on that lovely night and all I could do was close my eyes and feel my brother in my stomach.

Durgesh had filled my hole fully.

I was fully satisfied with his Hindu size.

Even thought my boyfriend had a slightly smaller Uncut Hindu Penis.

It was never so well fitting.

Suddenly I felt my body shiver. My extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina tightened around Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis.

I climaxed.

I felt that time had stopped.

I couldn’t hear or think anything for a Moment.

All I could see was Durgesh was looking into my eyes and inserting his Uncut Hindu Penis into my body and giving me love.

I came back to this world !!!

“Durgesh, I love you.” I said.

With that, Durgesh said that he was going to ejaculate too.

“Durgesh do it inside your sister. Fill your sister up with your Hindu love juice. Durgesh, I want to be the Ammījān of your sons. Let’s have our own sons we both own, no one else. They’d unite us forever.”

I don’t know what made me say all this but I was myself saying it.

Durgesh ejaculated.

His Hindu warmth filled me up.

AT this point, I had an orgasm too.

It was a Moment to remember.

I envy the Musalmān girl whom my Durgesh was going to marry.

She is so damn lucky to have such a Hindu guy with such love and capacity.

Durgesh lay on me for a while.

He said,

“What have we done? It’s a great mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s not a mistake. It’s our love for each other, Méré Hindu Piya!” I could not agree with him.

Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt was refusing to accept a Muslimah?

I can’t allow it.

No Musimah will allow it ever.

Durgesh said again,

“It’s ok. We must not do this again or we would get addicted and do it over and over again.”

I did not agree,

“We’ll do it ever. If you wouldn’t fuck me, I’d fuck you always.”

Durgesh smiled,

“You shouldn’t say that, darling.”

“You are my lover from now on, till I exist.” I said firmly, “I belong to your sex empire now. If you resist, damn you. I’d fuck you even if I have to rape you, understand?”

Furiously, I went to the toilet and washed myself.

Durgesh’s Hindu semen was still dripping from my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.

I smiled to myself.

I came back to the room and dressed up.

I took the wet panty with me, kissed Durgesh, and returned to my room at about 4:30 in the morning.

I put on a new panty and lay on my bed.

I felt so happy and warm.

I covered myself up in a blanket and I just fell asleep.

Chapter 6

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