D.P. Choohā Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām
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.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Throwing to the Wolves
I was the only boy in Sābirah Jahāngīr’s family now, after her divorce with Abbū Najmul Ħasan.
Of course, they all were elders to me, rich, educated properly and well sophisticated.
The one thing, Abbū Najmul Ħasan was always careful to, was to have his houseladies educated, as much as possible, and independent financially too, individually.
Sābirah Jahāngīr was their Ammī.
However, no one believed it ever.
Even at her thirty-five, she had successfully maintained her body so perfectly that no one thought of her as an Ammī of six brilliant smart young daughters.
She appeared Twenty-Five only.
Ten years less than she really was, only one year elder to her eldest daughter.
Not different with me, I thought.
I appeared six years older than I really was.
She appeared ten years younger than she really was.
Were we both really made for each other?
God knows better.
Allah Ålīmun Ħakīmun.
Even after being told properly, everyone thought Sābirah Jahāngīr was their elder sister.
They started to call Sābirah Jahāngīr ‘Bājī’ even to tease their Ammījān.
Sābirah Jahāngīr scolded them, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it secretly herself.
Yes, Sābirah Jahāngīr was not a Pakistani originally.
Her Ammī married a Pakistani, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.
Sābirah Jahāngīr was Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr’s daughter.
She was born when her Ammī was in Saůūdī Årab.
Even Sābirah Jahāngīr was raised and educated in Saůūdī Årab.
Only her citizenship and name was Pakistani.
Even her husband was an Indian, and not only Indian, a great patriot of India that always criticized Pakistan for fighting against India.
He was an Indian to the extent even the Hindus were not.
Najmul Ħasan was most revered by Hindus.
Alas, the communal Musalmīn were his critics, however.
I almost hero-worshipped him.
Her Indian husband Najmul Ħasan had, however, divorced Sābirah Jahāngīr, shortly after her six daughters were born.
She could not maintain with his too patriotic activities.
“And what is Ummat-e-Muslimah?” Abbū Najmul Ħasan smiled, “Always against the majority of fellow citizens? Neither enjoying life themselves ever, nor bearing others to enjoy it. Kufrān-e-nåémat always. And you call it an Ummat-e-Muslimah? Great. How many of these munāfiqīn have read Qur’āno Aħādīs ever? Tārīkħ-e-Islamī? How many?”
“Nevertheless they are Musalmīn.”
“Musalmīn, my foot. They are munāfiqīn, murattidīn even.”
“Najmul Ħasan, we’ve discussed these subjects so many times. You are too harsh on Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“I show the mirror to this so called Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“What are you after? Want to get Bhārat Ratn or Nobel Prize directly?”
“And you think both ridiculous. Isn’t it?”
“I’m a Musalmān first.”
“And a human being, afterwards.” Abbū Najmul Ħasan smiled ironically, “Always a Pakistani, always hating India that it’s anti Musalmīn.”
“Well, isn’t it?”
“Never. Never, Sābirah Jahāngīr. India is the only country that really believes in the great policy to ‘Live and Let Live’.”
“I’m ashamed of myself what I saw in you that I married you.”
Yet, it was correct that Abbū Najmul Ħasan wanted a son of his own.
He had adopted me as his son for all practical purposes but his Ammī still used to compel him to have his own son.
“Durgesh is my own son, Ammī.” Abbū Najmul Ħasan was furious, “He loves and respects us more than a person’s own son even.”
“You are right, son.”His Ammī had agreed with him, “Even then, never forget, even Ħuzūrs had to marry his adopted son’s wife, Zaynabrza. Allah knows better, Najmul Ħasan. We are only playthings in His hands.”
Sābirah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter was 6 years older than ‘I was’ (?).
The ages came down a year at a time.
In order of oldest to youngest they were:
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, 24 years old.
She had shoulder length hair, dyed deep red, and a set of breasts that anyone would love to have, really firm and big.
She was fit and always at the gym to keep her tight body at its best.
She was really outgoing and loud, but had never found the right guy.
Right guy in Musalmīn?
She laughed ironically.
‘Most uneducated/under educated fools’, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan spat at them.
The morons thought, ‘Ultra Modern Scientific Education’ was against Islam.
Therefore, they hated and avoided it deliberately.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was the next at 23 years old.
She had very dark shoulder length hair and her breasts were a little smaller than Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s but still a great size.
She too went down to the gym a lot and was just as fit as her elder sister was.
She was the shyer of the sisters but still had no problem with going out.
Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was next, 22 years old with long blonde hair.
Her breasts were big size and in addition to that, she had the most perfect legs also, one could imagine, long and sleek.
She was the fittest of the lot due to the fact she danced a lot and hoped one day to go pro.
She was the flirt of the gang, never one to back away from anything or anyone.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was next.
21 years old, she too was blonde, but her hair was shorter than Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s.
Her breasts were also very large, only just smaller than Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s.
Again, like her sisters, she was a gym freak and was in really good shape.
She was sort of in between the personalities, neither really shy nor flirtatious.
Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan was next at 20 years old.
She had hair like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, really dark, but much longer.
Her breasts were big and she had a wonderful habit of only wearing tight fitting tops.
She never went to the gym, but was just naturally blessed with a perfect figure that all the others were jealous of.
She was one of the outgoing gang who stuck together a lot more than the others.
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was the youngest, only 19 years old.
She had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and she had great breasts that sat on a thin, but excellent body.
She went to the gym like the others and it showed on her.
She had a perfect hourglass figure and a really tight Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, she was a bit shy.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s voice came into my ears as she made her way into the living room dressed in a tight-fitting, white, cotton T-shirt and tight jeans.
“Hi, Durgesh. Good day planned?”
“Nope, you?” I asked back.
“Just the same as always, gym then TV.”
I looked at the clock, 9:00 AM and Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was already off to the gym.
“You are crazy you know that, don’t you?” I said, smiling, as Sābirah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter grabbed her gym bag and packed her stuff into it.
“What do you mean crazy? I’m just err… focused.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled back at me, before looking at the bright sun outside.
“Look, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, anyone who goes to the gym at 9:00 AM is crazy. I run for 30 minutes at 11:00 AM then again at 4:00 PM and that’s plenty for me.” I said shaking my head.
“Well, Durgesh darling,” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said as she moved over to stand right behind me.
All of them invariably called me ‘Durgesh darling’ to tease me at least, if nothing else for.
They were ultra modern, smart, Musalmān young ladies, thoroughly immersed in Western Culture.
Moreover, they were proud of it, entirely oblivious to the fact how detrimental it was to the family and family life.
“Maybe if you did come to the gym with me you wouldn’t be soooooo…. fat.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan teased me, as she leaned down and gave my ear a little lick.
“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said in mock fury at Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.
She smiled and nodded teasingly at me before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.
“I’ll be gone for about 2 hours. Ammī and the others are still in bed. So be quiet, will you? They had a bad night. See you later.”
That was what she wanted me to show.
They were enjoying great sex with the Indian Hindu rascals and laughing at their irrational blind ‘patriotic’ (?) obsession to them.
Patriotic, my foot!
The Indian Hindu rascals must be sick minded, in blind communalism.
An hour later, it was Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan who was the next to show her face.
“Hi, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I saw her walk into the room.
“Hi, Durgesh darling. Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan gone already?” She asked.
“I don’t know how she and the others do it, do you?”
“No idea.” I said watching TV.
“I mean, I never go to the gym and look at me, I’m fine.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan said pointing out the obvious to her knowing Durgesh darling.
“Hi you two.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan came walking in past her sister, sat on the sofa next to me and grabbed the remote from me, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis in the process as if totally unaware of it that it has happened.
My Uncut Hindu Cock immediately saluted Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.
She slapped it playfully, deliberately ignoring its lewd activities.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan loved my Uncut Hindu Lund’s lewd activities to her.
What a Lund!
What an Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the extremely glamorous Musalmān young lady friends were already enjoying it into their ravenous Pakistani Musalmān Choots.
Allah målūm, when Navīdah Najmul Ħasan would be successful in getting it between her own legs too.
She sighed exasperated.
“Hi.” Both Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and I said together.
Soon all the young Pakistani Musalmān women were up and rushing around the house.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, all quickly rushed off to the gym after breakfast, leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, their Ammī, Sābirah Jahāngīr, and me in the house.
Being Saturday, none was at work and, as usual, the house would be hectic with all eight, coming in and out of rooms at irregular intervals.
When the whole family was together, they sat around the TV with their dinner.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, Ammī and I sat on the sofa, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the chair next to us.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were all on the floor.
It was their favorite place, when eating or watching TV.
Currently they were doing both.
When they were all finished, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan got up and took everyone’s plates into the kitchen, putting them in the sink, to be washed later, before returning to her seat.
“That was great Ammī, really nice.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, to which all the others agreed.
“Thanks, I do my best.” Sābirah Jahāngīr said to her kids.
It was so nice that they had all stayed with her, when normally they would have flown to their nests, their rooms that is.
The house, they lived in, was a big size one.
It had three large bedrooms, an attic conversion, a big kitchen, a large living room and a big garden.
The bedrooms had been divided up between the girls with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sharing one room and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sharing another.
Sābirah Jahāngīr had one to herself and I had the attic all to myself, whenever I stayed there.
“Well, it was excellent Ammī, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the loo.” I said getting up and heading for the stairs.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ walk out the room.
She waited until I had gone upstairs, before excusing herself and following.
I opened the bathroom door and walked straight into Sābirah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter.
“Oh, sorry Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan. I didn’t see you there.” I said, apologetically, as I stepped past her.
With the tight space between us, I had to squeeze past Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.
She did not attempt to move out of my way, causing me to brush roughly against her massive buttocks against my loins.
And, smiled at me wickedly, teasing me.
I grabbed her breasts, as if accidentally.
“Thank you.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan whispered to me, seductively, “you really twelve?”
“What do you think, my sweetheart?”
“Eighteen at least. You are excellent between my buttocks. I invariably enjoy you very much there.”
“You are not alone.”
“I see. All the six of us?”
I only smiled as if not commenting on her inquiry, keeping the secrets secrets.
“That’s a hard thing to do.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said, smiling, and pressing backwards a little bit, into her ‘Durgesh darling’.
What a penis!
What an Uncut Hindu Penis!
Why the Hindu idiot does not understand it?
Kambakħt, neither enjoys himself nor let her enjoy, even if he doesn’t want to.
She knew very well, how beautiful she is.
Is he blind?
“What is?” I asked as I finally got past my voluptuous Pakistani Musalmān plaything.
I stood on the top of the staircase and looked at her for the answer.
“To miss me.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled, showing and licking her canine teeth like a vampire would before biting a victim’s neck.
I smiled back and shook my head as I walked down the stairs.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what is she doing?” I thought as I reached the bottom step and opened the door to the kitchen.
Back at the top Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was leaning against the door to her bedroom thinking about her ‘Durgesh darling’.
She didn’t know why, but recently I had been having a real effect on her.
But not the sort a brother should have on his sister.
Brother Sisters, hell.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was not born yesterday.
She has read everyone’s eyes deeply.
She was as confident as she could be.
His Uncut Hindu Lund can’t be twelve years old only.
He must be eighteen at least.
How bold this Hindu boy is.
Never ashamed of anything drastic between them.
Soon all the girls had dispersed.
Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan were up in their bedroom, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were in Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom, and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was out at the gym.
I was up in my room listening to my CDs when Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan came in.
I didn’t hear her enter as I had on a pair of headphones and loud music.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked up behind me and kneeled down.
Her breasts were just behind my head about an inch away.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ slowly nodding my head to the music that was playing in my ears.
She slowly placed a hand on my shoulder and I spun around quickly, not realizing that Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s massive breasts were right behind my head.
I pushed my face right into them, inadvertently.
“OHHHH!” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my face press between her thick cotton covered breasts.
But I equally quickly, pulled back away, teasing her.
How cautious the Hindu scoundrel is, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan bit her lower lip. ‘Almost winking at her’, not in the open even now.
He wants me to plead with him.
He would never show he understands.
Though he does understand everything very well.
The perfect Hindu rascal.
“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so close to you.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said practically, as she moved her breasts around under her top rearranging their positions until she was satisfied with them.
She looked up to see me watching her.
Not seeing she had looked, I carried on until she moaned slightly.
This brought a shrewd, cunning, smile to my face as I realized she had caught me.
Never ashamed of, never ashamed of himself.
He can’t be twelve.
The scoundrel is more experienced in this game than even she had thought.
He is constantly winning.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had always been close to me, maybe more so, than with her sisters even.
After all, I was the youngest and Abbū, Najmul Ħasan, had divorced soon after Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was born.
So they had had no male influences in their life to talk to.
I was rather isolated in the family, as far as to any male company at all.
They all had to utilize me without another option at all, if anyone of them needed any romantic interludes and male companionship whatsoever.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had taken over as a sort of surrogate parent when she was 14, since their Ammī was 18 when she had her.
And now she had seven kids to look after.
She needed help.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was more than pleased, to take some responsibility, in their looking after.
Thus, she allowed Sābirah Jahāngīr to go off to work.
After all, the multimillion businesses they had; also needed some attention.
Not much had changed now that they had all grown up.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, not having outside work very much, mostly stayed at home and looked after the place, mostly, after her immensely needed business activities.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a Hairdressing Expert.
Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was a Reception Expert.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was a Departmental Store Owner.
And Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were at University.
I had to manage and supervise overall, under Ammījān Sābirah Jahāngīr, of course.
My extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings and their Ammī had said they made plenty enough for me and Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, to live on, as long as we made sure the house was clean, controlling entire household staff, ladies staff without any exception, when they came home.
Naturally, we agreed and the arrangement was made.
It brought Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan and me closer than to the rest of the young ladies.
And it brought both of us to the mischiefs we were doing when we found alone each other.
“So what are you listening to then?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked her still not embarrassed ‘Hindu scoundrel’.
I was shamelessly not trying to cover my growing Hindu erection, even under my hands.
How can she discipline this Hindu rascal?
So unashamed of anything.
“Nothing much. Did you want something?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘no’ and leave.
But, she didn’t.
The Sālī was, perhaps, deliberately determined now to do some mischief herself, whatsoever it maybe.
“Yes, actually, I did. Could you give me a hand with supervising the washing up, please? That’s our job, remember?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said while putting her hand on me.
On my Hindu crotch, acting as if she was innocently unaware of it.
My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched under the warmth of her palm.
“Sure, just wait a few minutes, will you?” I said slowly trying to push her hand away from my crotch.
“Durgesh, come on, Ammī said we need to get it done now.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan lied.
What had actually happened was that Ammī had said it needed doing before they went to bed, but Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was desperate to get her ‘Durgesh darling’ to stand up my Hindu erection intact.
On deliberate mischief, of course.
“OK, I’m coming.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Luckily, I had stalled long enough to get my boner down.
Standing I turned off my CD player and turned to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who was almost visibly disappointed that my Hindu erection was gone now.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had deliberately pushed her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my lap.
She wanted me erect.
“Shall we?” I asked walking past my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan got up and followed close behind me.
Once downstairs, we got to supervise the maidservants working on the dishes.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan kept getting little glances of her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her impressive breasts, causing her to start to get hot and push out her chest slightly more every time I looked.
I wouldn’t cough, and mischievously try to look at them.
My eyes were drawn to her and she knew it.
She smiled to herself on her victory.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was now really hot and her tight cotton knickers were starting to get wet as she continually teased her Durgesh darling.
Finally, she thought it was time to give me a real show I wouldn’t forget.
Dropping a fork to the back of the sink, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan quickly leaned over the sink of soapy water to grab it.
Not being the tallest person in the world and having such huge breasts, she pressed them into the water making sure they were covered about halfway up the cotton T-shirt.
It, as one can imagine, became almost see-through instantly.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had a quick look at me.
Smiling Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan wiggled it at me and that snapped me out of it.
Realizing I had an erection, I sat on a nearby chair to supervise finishing the drying.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan watched me sit and knew the reason.
She then pulled herself back from the water and stood up straight.
“Yā Allaaaaah! !” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan exclaimed loudly, causing me deliberately to look up quickly at her.
My eyes met with the sight of her massive breasts, half showing through her soaked top, her nipples hard with little droplets of water falling from each.
“What happened?” I asked almost smiling urbane at Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan stood hands on hips in front of me.
“I must have dropped them into the water when I leaned in for the fork. Allah! Look at me” she said as she cupped her breasts and pressed them together for her ‘Durgesh darling’s enjoyment.
“Oh wow. You better go, get changed. I’ll supervise them finish drying these, up you go.” I said as I admired my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan nodded but didn’t move from the spot.
How could she?
It marred the very purpose of all the exercise she was doing so laboriously.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan just slowly rubbed her breasts a little more obviously at me and watched my reaction or, should I say, my Uncut Hindu Lund’s reaction.
She watched as it throbbed underneath my tracksuit pants.
Realizing my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was watching me; I teasingly covered myself and crossed my legs, my face going extremely mischievous once more.
I watched Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s every move before composing myself and ordering to finish the drying quickly.
After they had finished it, I made my way upstairs to check on Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.
Secretly I wanted to see if she had changed yet.
I arrived at Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s door that was left slightly open.
Poking my head around, I saw my tremendously attractive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan stood facing me with just a small pair of white cotton knickers on that were cut into a V high over her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks and tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, they resembled a thong in design, and some long white stockings.
I smiled shrewdly, as I saw her massive breasts on display to me like this.
They looked big when she had on a tight top, but loose they were even better.
She had high firm breasts, a full DD cup at least, with no sag at all.
Just like the sort, one sees on porn actresses when they have had repeated augmentation surgery and enlargements, but hers were natural.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen with large nipples that just fitted her size perfectly.
I shot back to reality when I heard Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan say something to me.
Not knowing what it was, I just answered,
“Yes it’s finished.”
I was deliberately, shamelessly, was NOT looking away from her.
Why should I?
I was not proposing to her.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan herself was offering her to me, so desperately, so frantically.
If there was anyone to be ashamed of, it was Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan herself.
“Great, but I didn’t ask that. What I asked was: DO YOU LIKE THE VIEW?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan repeated the question slowly, wickedly and deliberately.
It was as if Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan didn’t care that her ‘Durgesh darling’ had just walked in on her with no top on.
Of course, she didn’t.
“Err…….. hhmmmm.” I was smiling confident for an answer.
“Well?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan pressed, not attempting to cover herself from view.
“I’m sorry, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan. I thought you had changed.” I apologized sophisticatedly, as I took a shameless glance to see if she was covered yet.
Well, she wasn’t.
Neither she wanted to, I think.
“It’s ok, I don’t really mind you know. You are my Hindu brother and that makes me feel safe with you. So don’t be embarrassed.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan tried to reassure her ‘Durgesh darling’.
I took her words in and looked back briefly before turning away again.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan thought it was cute that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was not embarrassed to see her like this.
This was what she wanted, what she desired, what she craved for.
Walking over behind me, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan placed her hands around me pressing her massive breasts into my back and her thin cotton knickers into my ass cheeks.
They were about the same height so she gave my neck a little kiss and began dropping her hands down towards my Hindu crotch.
Realizing what she was doing, I teasingly moved away from her, sauntered out of the room smiling gracefully, and up to my, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard the door lock.
She grabbed the door to her room and slowly closed it.
At the same time, I sat on my bed.
My heart was pounding.
The bitch had excited me now to the extent that the only thing I wanted now was being inside her immediately.
But Abbū Najmul Ħasan—
A thousand questions were running through my head.
I lay back and tried to make sense of the situation.
It had been 2 days, since the bedroom incident involving Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.
I had done my best to avoid her, but now the others were at work and University.
So we were all alone together in the house, once more.
Actually, it was mostly the case that I was alone with her.
“Durgesh, we have to talk or something. We have to get over this.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s soft voice came through her ‘Durgesh darling’s door.
I tried to ignore it.
“Durgesh, you know I’m not going away. Just open the door please, and we’ll sort this all out.” She was determined now.
It was obvious she needed me inside her with more intensity now.
I apprehensively unlocked the door to my room and slid it open slightly, just enough to peak out.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan stood there facing the door, hands on her hips, a thin, white, cotton T-shirt covering her perfect body and a pair of stonewashed jeans wrapped around her long toned legs.
The light from the bright sun reflected her features immaculately.
“Come on Durgesh darling, just open the door.” She asked me sweetly.
Her voice, however, was not making me shudder.
I opened the door realizing it completely.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan walked in and over to her ‘Durgesh darling’s single bed, positioned at the far end of the room, her trainers making the floor boards squeak as she crossed them.
The light from the open window above her, cascaded light onto her beautiful ass, as it swayed side to side as Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan walked.
I closed the door, not wanting to look back at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she went by me and to my bed.
“What do you want Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, directly looking at her.
“To talk, Durgesh. We really need to get things out in the open, don’t you think?”
“Well, I’m not sure there is anything to get out really.”
“Bullshit, Durgesh darling, you know there is.”
“What, uuumm, what is there to get out exactly?” I asked slightly irritably as I turned and looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything for the first time.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees together, leaning back in a stream of sunlight coming through the window, highlighting her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, with shadows and light.
“The way we feel toward each other, maybe? Why you have been avoiding me so much lately is another one.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan shot back leaning forwards, off the bed, making her breasts fall over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body casting it in shadow.
“I…I don’t know what you mean.” I said gravely as I took a long look at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
My Uncut Hindu Lund, to my prudence, was starting to harden as I saw her leaning off my bed.
“You know exactly what I mean, Durgesh darling. You have been avoiding me for the last two days, since we were in my room. So why?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked, flicking her hair from her face and leaning back again pushing her breasts out again.
“I—I—.” I looked for something to say but even I couldn’t think of anything to say.
“You what Durgesh?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was trying to pressure an answer from her stern play partner, playing excellent so far.
“I’m just careful about seeing you, that’s all. I didn’t know how you’d react.”
This was not a very convincing story.
True, in part, but not convincing and Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan knew it.
“Durgesh, that’s not all of it, is it?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked as she opened her legs slightly more, giving her ‘Durgesh darling’ a better view at the crotch of her jeans.
“Yes.” I said gravely as Sābirah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter sat in a more erotic pose only 10 feet away.
“What about when I came up behind you and pressed into your back? Were you embarrassed then? Cuz you sauntered out fast.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was not going to let me get away without a proper talk.
“Yes I was.” I admitted quietly raising my head.
“Why did you saunter off Durgesh ?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was enjoying this now.
She could see her ‘Durgesh darling’ was being broken down by her pose and questions.
She was finally getting somewhere with me.
I stayed silent, looking straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
“Durgesh, Durgesh darling, just tell me, will you? We need to get things out. I have a few things I want to say, but I need to know a few things first. So, please, just tell me.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said in her sweetest, most sincere voice. This broke me completely.
“I really liked it when you pressed into me and liked it even more when you rubbed your hands down my body, but you’re my role model’s daughter. There are not so many great Musalmīn, even on the globe, as your Abbū is. I respect your great father very much. We shouldn’t do anything like that.” I said gravely, looking at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything again.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had opened her legs even wider and brought one knee up, resting her foot on the bed.
“Is that all, or is there something else you’d like to tell me? The truth perhaps?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked as she wrapped her arms around her raised leg pulling it to her massive chest and getting a cute little girl look in her eyes, which melted her ‘Durgesh darling’ .
“No, the reason I sauntered off is, I’m not really used to such circumstances with my respected Musalmīn’s daughters. It’s one thing to play with the houseladies of scoundrel Musalmīn. But it’s quite another thing to play with the daughters of the great Musalmīn I respect very much. I played with you to some extent but it’s going beyond my morals now. I’m sorry.” I admitted gravely.
I didn’t want to say these things, but my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything seemed to have some sort of spell on me.
She was getting everything out of me and even I could do nothing about it.
She was my role model’s daughter after all.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was almost shocked at my admission.
She had never thought I was so much respectful to her Abbū.
“You don’t want to play with me anymore because you think it would disgrace my Abbū, you respect very much?”
“Yes.” I confirmed her statement gravely.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan almost shot off the bed she sat up fully so fast.
“But I thought you would have, at least once.” It was Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s turn to look for words.
I just shook my head “no” looking up straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was now sitting with her legs dangling off of the bed, her thighs wide apart and her hands between them holding the bed sheets.
“But you’ve have countless Musalmān girlfriends, right?” she asked curiously.
I again said gravely,
“Yes, of course.”
“Would you cheat any of them ever?”
“Certainly not.” I was even irritated somewhat, on the question.
“But most of the men do sometimes.”
“I’m not responsible for what the others do.”
“Are you not responsible even for the houseladies of the great Musalmīn, you respect so much?”
“Of course I am, but—”
“But you want to throw them to the wolves.” suddenly Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was stern at me now, sarcastically, “And that’s your kind of respect you pay to the great Musalmīn, you respect so much. Great. The houseladies of the unworthy Musalmīn are safe with you, and the houseladies of the worthy Musalmīn have to face the scoundrels of our great society. You certainly respect great Musalmīn, very much. Bravo.”
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