“You are right again. I see you do understand more than the other Musalmān girls of your own age.”
“It’s because you fuck me.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said entirely indebted to me, immensely gratefully.
“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, you always say that. Nevertheless, it’s wrong. Absolutely wrong. I told you that every time.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I told you too many times that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade are strategic when they claim so. It’s only their political strategy, nothing true at all.”
“I have argued it with them.”
“And I don’t know it, myself?” I laughed.
“You know but you don’t want to announce it.”
“Because it’s your diplomatic strategy to establish Islam once again forever.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal laughed patronizing me,
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Sitting at the table with her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was amused by their comments about her bikini.
Sure, she’d done some things with impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, but She’d never done anything with boys.
“But Bājī, Ammījān says Durgesh is sixty two.”
“Because Ammījān wants to please Durgesh, idiot.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī teasingly.
“Don’t you yourself want to please Durgesh too, Bajjo?”
“Of course, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, of course. But my own way. Durgesh is an incurable polygamist. He has done the impossible.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
She deliberately changed the subject.
She knew her Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī Bājī was only three years elder to her, but she was so obsessed with Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire that it was the ever-favorite subject of discussion she almost always indulged to.
“Yes, of course, why do you ask?”
“Yes, but actually what do you want to say, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled patiently to her elder sister.
“Yes, they have the same father, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.”
“Haven’t you noticed ever? They have exactly identical names for their five daughters.”
“Isn’t it awkward somewhat?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But then why not Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan too?”
“Because her own name is Āsiyah Jahāngīr. Stupid. It’s as simple as that.”***
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had certainly given her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, no reason to suspect she was beaming around.
As far as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, I had also never given them any reason to think I was taking some special interest on her, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t done anything to encourage me.
At least Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t thought so, and after overhearing my talk with Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, it was obvious that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was barely even a girl in my eyes.
If anything, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, seemed to pay more attention to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī than I ever had.
For the most part, I usually ignored her; otherwise, I became flustered and agitated when we were together.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, just always seemed to be happy and smiling whenever I was with Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
He was busy for campaigning for his own parliamentary seat.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was shocked when his sources informed him,
“The High Command has decided not to give tickets to Musalmān males this for a change in such a large number as it was given in the previous election.”
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was startled,
“Well, I can’t change my sex now, Humā Aħmad.”
Humā Aħmad smiled at Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“I know, but you can promote ashvinātam marriages and love affairs, can’t you?”
“Of course, Humā Aħmad, of course. I’ve already done it always.”
“Yes, but in most of those cases the Hindus were Congresspersons.”
“The High Command thinks we have hurt the emotions of Hindus very much this time.”
“Well, I myself had said that so many times. It was not good to act against Hindu Saints when they were fighting for national cause.”
“You mean Baba Rāmdév?”
“Of course, why not?”
“He was campaigning against Congress and UPA government.”
“Well, wasn’t it his right as a citizen of India? We have acted blindly and provided fuel to the fire against us.”
Humā Aħmad controlled herself patiently.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was not actually a Congress Person in Congress.
Neither Congress nor its foreign masters wanted it ever.
East India Company lost its political power to then British Crown.
The British Crown had learnt its lesson from the grand failure of East India Company.
By never making the slightest fuss over anything Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wore, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I even liked to get Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd’s goat a little.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was fairly sure I wouldn’t have cared had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ran around naked.
I might’ve even gotten a kick out of it, especially if everyone would’ve freaked out.
Resuming our conversation, I said,
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, honey, I think all your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, is trying to say is that you’re no longer a little girl, so you may want to be careful regarding not only what you show but to whom you show it. You’re a very beautiful young Musalmān woman now, and it’d be hard to blame me or any of your friends for noticing.”
That made Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, laugh.
“Noticing? Honey, it’d be hard to blame them for camping outside Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bedroom window just to sing her love songs! Dear, look at her. It’s a wonder your friends aren’t begging us to let them sleep over every night. Would you blame them? I sure wouldn’t.”
When I came home and walked into the kitchen, I knew right away that something unusual was going on.
“Why is everybody sitting at the table in the middle of the day? What’s up?” I asked, smiling.
“Oh, nothing much. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, just wanted to have a talk with me about my bikini; specifically, how it’s liable to ignite raging teenage hormones, like the ones you and my friends apparently had,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, chuckled, and Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, nearly had an aneurysm, she laughed so hard.
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Young lady, that’s your own Hindu lover you’re talking to! Be gentle with him!”
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī shared another chuckle.
She kicked me beneath the table.
I just gave them all a blank look impishly.
“Huh? What about her hormones? Why are you guys talking about the hormones? What’d Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī do?”
“Nothing, sweetie, nothing,” said Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, “You’re fine. You didn’t do anything, and we weren’t talking about your hormones. That’s just your stepdaughter trying to be funny.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me.
“We were talking about you and my bikini, though. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, apparently thinks this bikini isn’t appropriate to wear around you and her friends.”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, gave me a huge grin.
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, don’t make your friends come over there and paddle your pretty little bottom. You know good and well I never uttered a single word about your bikini being inappropriate to wear when you’re with them. I said no such thing, you big fibber.”
After returning her grin with a “Gotcha!” smile of her own, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned back to me.
“Okay, true, she didn’t say that, not exactly, but she did say even the girls are liable to go crazy just from seeing me in this bikini.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, a smug smirk.
She shot me a defiant grin.
“Yes, I did say that. I stand by it, too. They are all liable to go crazy from seeing you in that bikini.”
“Isn’t that the same one you wore with us just the other day?” asked I.
“Uh-huh,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, grinning at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, who totally rolled her eyes at me.
“You always wear that suit, don’t you? What’s the big deal?” I added, looking at Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, then at her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, too.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave her an even smugger grin.
With a smirk, she stuck her tongue out at me, which made me laugh.
She laughed also, and then turned to me.
“Sweetie, that’s really not what we were talking about. That was just a small comment I made. Forget I ever mentioned it.”
She turned back to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“Baby, you have my complete blessing to wear or even not wear whatever you want around this house. When our men finally do go crazy from watching you running around here naked, I don’t want to hear a single complaint from anyone. You can all just deal with it on your own, okay?”
“Fine by me,” I said.
“Honey, what are you talking about? Has anyone ever complained to you about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bikini or any of her other skimpy things, not to mention some of the outrageously sexy items you’ve been known to wear around this house? Has she complained? Had you? I don’t think so,” grinned Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, stuck her tongue out at me again, which made me laugh even harder.
While softly squeezing her hand, she said,
“Just for the record, I wasn’t complaining either. I was merely showing concern for my daughter’s modesty.” She gave me a big, mischievous grin. “I was also thinking about the fragile psyches and tightening crotches of only you horniest Hindu. Anyway, baby, that wasn’t why your Abbū and I called you in here to talk.”
“So, okay, other than my scandalous bikini, what did you want to talk about? You never did tell me.”
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, cleared his throat.
“Yes, sweetie, as much as your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I would love to continue this discussion of how ‘hot’ you look, no, that’s not why we called you in to talk. Durgesh, I’m glad you’re here. You need to hear this too.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, grabbing a seat next to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at the table.
“I’m afraid I’ve got a bit of good news and a bit of bad news, and it directly concerns you both.”
“Let me hear the good news first. The good news never sounds very good, not after you’ve heard the bad news,” I said.
Looking at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then me, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, sighed.
“Durgesh, you know how you’ve been wanting to stay here in Kansas to be with your extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends?”
“Yeah…” I said, alert absolutely.
“Well, it looks like you’re going to get your wish. The job transfers to UCLA that your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I had lined up fell through, so we’re not moving to California. We had to stay here in Kansas, so you’re good to go with your all your friends, kiddo.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was crushed.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew who was getting the bad news.
Just like always, a ‘talk’ meant Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would hear something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t going to like.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked up at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and the disappointment on her face was obviously clear as day.
“That’s right, honey, we’re not moving to California,” Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, said.
“So no UCLA for me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, glumly.
I smiled and took her hands.
“Honey, now I didn’t say that, did me?”
Her heart leapt in her chest.
“But…how? What do you mean? If we don’t move, how do I still go to California?”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, placed her hands on top of ours.
“Honey, we know how much you want to go to California. That’s always been your dream. Just because your Abbū and I can’t come too, that doesn’t mean we’re going to keep you here. If you want to go, then go. Nothing needs to change with your plans, other than we won’t be there with you. Sweetie, you can still go to UCLA.”
“Where would I live, though?”
Our plan had been for us all to live together in a house we were going to rent from a friend of Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s.
“You’ll just have to get your own place. You could live in the dorms, or maybe we’ll see about finding you an apartment near the campus. One way or the other, we’ll work something out,” said Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“Maybe you could find a place to share with someone,” added I.
“How would I do that, without having anywhere to stay until I found a place?”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, chimed in, turning to Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“As pretty as she is, I’m not entirely comfortable with our daughter driving across the country all by herself. I’m also not thrilled with the idea of her being alone in L.A. without a safe place already set up for her. I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen.”
When I spoke up again, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I surprised them all.
“Yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that could be really bad. You know what? This sucks. I mean, sure, I’m glad I get to stay here with my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Now that we can’t go, though, I’m a little worried that you’re going alone. You get to do a roadie to Cali! How cool is that? Then you get to go apartment hunting in L.A.? Eīshān, that would be awesome. Still, it’s not safe. A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you can’t show up in L.A. with nowhere to stay but a motel or a youth hostel. That’s just asking for trouble. Maybe that’s okay for some skeeze like Axl Rose, but it’s not okay for you. No way.”
Stunned, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just stared at me.
Besides my genuine concern for her, I also seemed truly excited about the idea of going to California.
An idea hit me, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just blurted it out.
“Ammī? Abbū? Why don’t we have Durgesh drive with me and stay with me, at least until & find a safe place? That way I don’t go alone, and he gets to see his Musalmān girlfriends in California too. When I’m settled in somewhere, he could fly home. I’d be back in plenty of time for University, so why not? It might be fun, and it’ll definitely be good for us. It would give us some bonding time, like one last adventure together before I’m off to University. Durgesh already barely knows I’m alive. Once I’m gone, he may forget that he even has a Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as his potential Live in Relationship Partner. I’ll come home for the holidays, and he’ll be all like, ‘Who’s this weird chick at our dinner table?'”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kicked me, and I laughed,
“Yeah, right! Look who’s talking! Once you’re out in Cali, you’ll probably big-time all of us! You won’t even want to admit you had any family back in Hicksville, Kansas. Moment you meet your first surfer dude, we’ll never hear from you again.” I turned to her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “You guys just wait and see. She’s gonna be the one to forget about us, long before we forget about her.”
“Nobody’s forgetting about anyone in this family,” said her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then she turned to her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “Honey, I think that’s a great idea, don’t you? Let’s have Durgesh drive out with her. After all, Durgesh is not only my Hindu lover living here with us to provide masculine love to me only as being old you can’t provide it to me anymore. Durgesh is Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Hindu lover as well. This could be like their summer vacation, and I’ll feel a whole lot better about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s safety if I know her Hindu lover himself is looking after her.”
Grinning, Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, leaned over to squeeze my biceps.
“I know I can count on my big, strong Hindu man to keep my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl safe.”
I looked determinedly at them both.
“I won’t let anyone hurt my stepdaughter and my lover.”
I pulled Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī on my lap.
Even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t deny the fact that his twenty-eight years old daughter made a perfect couple with me.
He was watching clearly that my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Penis was rock hard and seeking its place between the gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, beamed proudly at Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, who appeared deep in thought.
After a few Moments, he finally seemed to come to a decision.
“Spending that much time on your own together, do you two think you could manage not to kill each other? During most of the trip, you will have no one else to talk to, and that’s a long drive. You’ll also be sharing motel rooms, and probably an apartment too. I don’t know whether you can handle it. If you could, yes, I think I like the idea. In addition to giving you two sometime to be together, it would also give me a little ‘quality time’ with my blushing bride, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd alone. No offense, Durgesh. You enjoy your new young Musalmān love, my daughter Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and let me enjoy my old love, my wife Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.”
“None taken,” I smiled, making a ‘Ewwww!’ face over the idea of Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, getting frisky.
“Hey, smart Hindu Penis, what’s so bad about us having some fun, huh? We’re not dead, you know,” laughed Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.
I just kept smiling.
Then I turned to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“Whaddya think, you big jerk? Can we manage not to kill each other indulging in wild savage sex nonstop infinitely?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī winked at me,
“Sex is the ultimate poem of love, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It’s life. It’s never death for us Musalmān Beauties and you Hindu Sukr’ts.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī responded me more eagerly.
I stared at Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, waiting.
She tried to hold my hands in, but the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth began to quiver, until she couldn’t keep it in anymore.
She started giggling, then totally fell apart laughing.
Getting up in a huff, I did my best Hindu impression, exclaiming,
“Man, screw you guys! I’m going home!” Then I turned and bailed on them.
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, was still laughing.
“Oh, c’mon, I’m sorry, dear! Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī believes you! Really, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī does!”
I turned back to give her a little smirk before bailing for good.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, was still laughing too.
“You guys are cruel. Just downright cruel. Poor Hindu Sexy man, even your own Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, teases me about internet porn. And you, Durgesh’s new young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner, you’re going to need to keep a constant eye on Durgesh during this trip. You’re a lot more mature than he is, you know. Also, you’ve at least gone away on weekend outings and things. You need to keep Durgesh out of trouble from prospective fortune hunter horny Musalmān Beauties, if you really want to enjoy your entire life with Durgesh the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Probably even more than Durgesh needs to look after you. Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire too, never forget. He is infamous for his extraordinary interest in having sex with Musalmān Beauties. The greedy Musalmān husbands, fathers, brothers do deliberately use their extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies, if they are really beautiful, to have some share, as the most as they can, in his utmost abundant money spread everywhere on the globe.”
I watched Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently.
I never thought he was so vigilant about the security of my money.
But I was wrong perhaps.
“I see.” I’d watched him carefully.
“All my multi million dollars even now can’t return my youth and active manhood on bed. It’s useless, Durgesh, my dear friend.”
“Well,” I responded Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gravely, “you certainly haven’t come to me to confess your idiosyncrasies.”
“I want your sincere friendship, at least from now on. Let’s forget what we did in the past. Let’s start afresh now.”
I kept watching Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently,
“I was never your enemy, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Your houseladies were themselves falling for me for sex and money. It was unfortunate you blamed me for it.”
He offered his right hand to me.
“Okay.” I accepted his hand, “You still are a Congressman. Let’s see how far away we can go together.”
“Well, you respect Najmul Ħasan, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I support Najmul Ħasan now openly politically, socially, in every way.” ***
“I will, Abbū. I meant what I said. She’d like for us to spend some time together as Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, getting to know one another again. We barely even see each other anymore. She’d like for us to reconnect a little, before it’s too late. Pretty soon here, if I don’t do something about it, I won’t want to have anything at all to do with her.”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, took Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī by hand.
“Honey, I think you’re misreading your Hindu lover. Durgesh loves you. He thinks the world of you. Durgesh knows you’re alive, and he’ll miss you when you’re gone.” Her expression becoming much more serious, she crossed her fingers in Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s. “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, as your Ammī, please believe me when I tell you this: I’m not as oblivious as you may think. Your Hindu lover most definitely has been noticing that you’re a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl …a very beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. Don’t let all my bluffing fool you. That innocent song and dance of mine? ‘Isn’t that the same bikini you wore the other day?’ Baby, that was a bunch of baloney.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, was simply nodding while looking right through me.
“Durgesh notices you, sweetie. Where you’re concerned, he doesn’t miss a thing. You two just be careful out there.”
“I will, Abbū.” Still sitting on my warm Hindu male lap, and enjoying my still growing harder Uncut Hindu Penis between her magnificent Musalmān buttocks Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī promised, “ I’ll be careful with Durgesh. I mean, we will. I promise we’ll be careful.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t quite sure what she was promising to be careful about, because I couldn’t tell what her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, really meant.
It almost felt like I was hinting at something deeper.***
Lying on her bed, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was reading a magazine and getting ready to go to sleep when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard I do my usual triple-knock on her door.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī called for me to come on in.
While I was only wearing boxers, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī only had on some tiny, light blue panties and an old, cut-off ‘Rock Chalk Jayhawk’ tank top.
That’s about as much as either one of us would ever wear to bed during the heat of a dustbowl summer.
I was of same age as she was, twenty-eight, in her opinion.
Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought she was three years older to me and behaved accordingly.
So did Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Moreover, so did even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too, though he knew very well, it couldn’t be the truth.
I was surrounded with the Musalmān Beauties and their relatives who behaved with me accordingly.
The environment surrounding me was so electrifying and captivating that even I had started now forgetting that I was sixty-two actually.
Even I had started to respond and behave with them as if I was myself twenty-eight indeed.
I went and sat on her bed, next to where Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay on her stomach.
“Can we talk for a minute?”
“Sure, darling, why not? What’s up?” Turning towards me, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lowered her head into her arms.
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just wanted to thank you for suggesting to your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that I come with you. You didn’t have to do that, and I never would’ve expected it. That was super cool of you.”
Looking up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a sudden rush of affection for her utmost efficient, utmost successful, Hindu lover.
I was actually a really good guy in her opinion.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always knew that, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was feeling a little sad about it.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī realized she’d been just as guilty as I was, in terms of ignoring each other somewhat.
The way we’d drifted apart, it was at least equally her fault; probably more.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave me a warm smile.
“Durgesh darling, you know I love you. I’m sorry for teasing you, too. Of course, I want you to come with me. I meant what I said. I want us to have some time together, before we both grow up too much. I think it’ll be awesome to take this trip with you, and I’m just glad you’re willing to go. Until you piped up there in the kitchen, I never would’ve guessed that you’d want to spend even ten minutes alone with me, much less join me on a roadie to California.”
“Seriously? Do you really think Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī; I wouldn’t want to spend even ten minutes alone with you? If that’s how you feel, then I’m truly sorry. That’s definitely, not how I feel, and I don’t want you thinking that crap. Yeah, it sounds like we need to get started on some serious fence mending. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you should never think I don’t want us to hang out together.”
I actually put my hand on her, in the middle of her back.
“Besides,” I grinned, “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I have it on good authority that if I do go, I’ll get to enjoy all sorts of ‘quality time’ with the single hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān chick in the whole University.”
“Oh, really? Well, I had it on good authority that you won’t even notice me, not unless Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī dyes her hair blonde and get a boob job all the way up to double F. I’m not your type, and I’m just your boring, invisible stepdaughter anyway, though we are of same age. It’s a fact you preferred my Ammījān on me. Didn’t you?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled through her long hair.
I’d been doing the lightest of small circles in the centre of her back, and then my hand froze.
“Who told you that?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought about lying to me, but something told her that it was time to be honest with her honest Hindu lover.
“I overheard you and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī the other day in the kitchen. You said you’re basically blind to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and that she’d need to be blonde, with ginormous Musalmān boobs, before you’d even notice me.”
“Well then, if you heard that, you also heard what Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said about you.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
“Yes, I did. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī admitted it was nice to hear, since Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī don’t have any experience with boys, but—”
“Yes…but. It was nice to hear, but it was sadder to hear that I’m invisible to you, and that’s all I could ever be. You can’t even see me as a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. She’d hate to had to wear a wig and get some crazy boob job just so her own Hindu lover will know she’s alive.”
“Come on, if you heard all that, then you also heard me admit to Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī that I couldn’t come up with a single thing about you that isn’t perfect, and that includes your boobs.”
“You said they could be bigger.”
“‘The bigger the better,’ I said, yes, but you know I was joking. You have, umm…Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, c’mon, you have great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān boobs, my darling. You know you do. Everyone knows you do. They are not even medium, much less small. You have big boobs, and they are absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t touch your boobs.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about! That just sucks. You say they are perfect, yet you wouldn’t even touch them,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī continued grinning. Finally, she blushed.
“No! Not like that! Of course, I’d touch your great enticing Musalmān boobs! Wait…. Damn it, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was beaming.
Once I understood, I began to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Big Musalmān Boobs. Look, we both know that as pretty as you are, you’re completely out of her league. I could never land a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you. Eīshān, you’re the most popular cheerleader! Even I recognize that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl can’t get much hotter than being the hottest cheerleader. Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said you look exactly like Nigār Sultānah, and yeah, I guess you really do. C’mon, she was like the most smokin’ hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in Bollywood, and you look just like her, only you’re even better.”
“Because Iī have no tattoos, and I’m not a total raving bitch,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
“You’re not conceited either, plus you’re hella sweet. You also have bigger, better tits, and an even hotter Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass. I said all that too, and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī agreed, remember?”
“Yes, I remember,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, smiling softly.
My hand was moving over the middle of her back again.
“Mmmm, that feels good.”
I pulled it away.
“What are you doing? I said it feels good! ‘Feels good’ doesn’t mean ‘stop doing it,’ silly. Put that hand right back where it was.”
Tentatively, since we’d called attention to it, I returned my hand to her glamorous back.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned her head, and…Oh, crap.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī froze, and I felt her sudden change.
Before Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could look away, I followed her gaze to…
She’d left her closet door open about a foot, and there it was, leaning against the back wall.
Had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī not frozen up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī probably could’ve blown it off.
Instead, my Hindu loverly intuition instantly kicked in, allowing me to recognize that I was seeing something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want me to see.
Feeling mischievous, apparently, I quickly jumped up and went to her closet.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī moaned, covering her head with a pillow. “No, no, no,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī groaned into the bed, kicking her feet up and down.
I’d jumped back onto the bed, all full of attitude.
“What’s this, huh? ‘The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl with the most perfect, awesome, Spankable ass ever!’ Does my dear, sweet Musalmān stepdaughter has her own perverted secret?”
Jumping off the bed, I held the trophy over my head and began doing this totally vivacious victory dance.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing at my antics, and even beginning to get over her embarrassment.
Since I was laughing too, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī figured that would be the end of it.
That’s when things suddenly became immensely worse.
‘Okay, Allah, Lord, go ahead, take me now. Put me out of my misery…please!’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, covering her head with two pillows.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want a single scintilla of light to be able to reach her, nor a hint of sound.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just wanted to be swallowed whole, right then and there.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a thump-thump-thump being drummed on her butt, with the left cheek receiving the heavier thumping.
I was singing that old song by Divinyls, “WAĦĪDAH SALĀĦUDDĪN AYYŪBĪ Touch Herself,” and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t even need to look up to know I was drumming on her butt with my Uncut Hindu Lund that had brought out of my underwear.
We both were nude now.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally poked her head out from beneath the pillows to grin sheepishly at me.
Of course, I was thoroughly delighted.
In fact, that might’ve been the happiest and downright goofiest she’d ever seen me.
“You cannot tell a single soul about this. You have to promise me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, trying to be serious, yet giggling nonetheless.
“Tell a single soul about which thing? That you have the most Spankable Musalmān butt among your entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends? Well, I’m not interested in spanking it. I’d fuck this absolutely gorgeous Musalmān ass too, you have.”
Her innocent Musalmān eyes were suddenly widened,
“Allah, no, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I doubt I can survive your great Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān ass.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled again,
Allah, yā Allah!
Was Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ever enjoying herself?
“Fine!” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned. “Enjoy your little victory. I’d just lie here and be fucked by you, until you get it out of your system. Just so you know, though, I had no idea about that trophy, not until the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls sprung it on me. It was part of their surprise going-away party for me.”
Calming down, I finally started to fuck Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī passionately, enjoying it very much, on the bed.
“Going-away party? When was this?”
Well, it was what Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī herself was dying for.
“I wanted to fuck you right in the morning, darling. But you were not in your suite.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled too.
“I’d gone to visit D.P. Choohā uncle. You know, his daughter is my friend.”
“It’s not good, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.” I said gravely, “I’ve told you so many times. We should never lower to the extent some of the ever shameless Congressmen have lowered themselves.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s perfect melodic voice was suddenly very curt.
I watched her prudently and said rather in a somewhat softened voice,
“Neither am I, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Please don’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan so blindly in everything. Please stop calling me Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām and please stop calling Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh D.P. Choohā.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me teasingly.
“I’ve told you so many times myself Durgesh. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t given Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh now his famous name among Musalmīn and most of the intelligent persons D.P. Choohā.”
“I know but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has approved it. Didn’t she?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled impishly.
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