Some time had elapsed since I had the opportunity to witness something exciting. It was perhaps my endless patience that finally paid off almost 5 weeks after I had hoped something would happen in my brother's room that will teach me a thing or two in the fine art of seduction perfected by my maestro brother.
I am Salim and this story mainly revolves around the sexcapades of my elder brother (older by about 5 years) Ijaz.
Ours is a dilapidated building in old Township of Meerut. I and my brother Ijaz had a common connecting door. We never used it. There was a wooden Almirah in my room, which was used to block that door. There was another door which I used to enter or leave my room. It lead to a common passage in our house. The blocked door had seen better days. It needed replacement for a long time. It had cracks and if lights are on in the other room and if you were sitting in dark, I could clearly see what was going on in my brother's room. I used that door many times exactly for that purpose by sliding the cupboard a little making some space for me to peek into my brother's room.
Through this cracked door of education, I learnt my first lessons in sex, when I saw my brother Ijaz seducing girls and women young and old. It would be more appropriate to say that the girls and women were eager to get seduced by my handsome, charming and strongly built brother with prolific man power (for the satisfaction of the opposite sex).
I saw Ijaz tempting his own elder Bhabhi (elder brother's wife) Shazia. Not that she needed too much tempting. She was sex starved, wanted attention and was therefore an easy prey. The next was our young voluptuous maid, who also did not require too much tempting. The third one was a neighbour girl Mumtaz, who needed a bit of coaxing as well as pseudo sympathy, guidance, a dose of brotherly love and a tinge of titillation. She was the first one I know, who fell for my brother; although she was conservative and not easily seducible.
Ijaz spun a web of hallucinating fibres in the form of logical arguments to trap gullible but very beautiful Mumtaz. Mumtaz convinced herself that Ijaz had no intention to exploit her or harm her; rather, she thought that Ijaz obliged her by imparting sex education to her; which she could not get from anyone including her parents. In the first part of this story you read how Mumtaz had her first sexual encounter with my brother Ijaz. She experienced a series of unprecedented, titillating and sensuous waves reverberating in her fast throbbing heart. The desire to relive that intoxicating and exhilarating experience forced her think of Ijaz constantly. She was looking for some, any excuse to get some intimate time with Ijaz again.
Somewhere in a far remote corner of her mind, Ijaz's logic did not make much sense. However, she was so overwhelmed by Ijaz's manliness and smell of his manhood in her first encounter with him that she did not even acknowledge it. She emphatically rejected the thought that she was doing something wrong. What she felt in the presence of Ijaz, she had never felt before. She felt captured by some mesmerizing and hallucinating effect through his touch, his speech and what he did to her or what he made her do to him.
After Mumtaz touched and caressed my brother's engorged cock, she experienced unprecedented emotions; feelings that never surfaced in her mind and heart before. She felt herself changed bodily in one day. She felt that she had grown up to be woman. She had seen children's penises and had touched them whilst bathing her younger brothers. She never felt like that before. Of course, she knew her body was different from males. However, she did not know or understand the difference in physics or chemistry between two sexes. She wanted more and more of that hallucinating experience she had the other day. She argued to herself that she had to learn more from him as soon as she had the opportunity to be alone with him.
Quite some time passed since Mumtaz was last with Ijaz. In between Mumtaz had to leave to her mother's place somewhere in the country side. She returned when her college opened after summer holidays. .
In public, Ijaz always maintained respectable distance between him and Mumtaz. He had to devise a plan again to be able to have her alone with him and Mumtaz unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly) gave him the opportunity. Her parents had to be away to their native place for a social engagement. She pleaded to her parents that she could not go with them as her classes were on and she could not be absent. Her parents let Mumtaz remain home with her younger brother and asked Ijaz to look after them in their absence.
Ijaz gladly accepted the responsibility. It gave him an excuse to be with Mumtaz. He saw this as a wonderful opportunity to work further on the girl of his dreams. However, Ijaz was a cool guy. He worked to a plan. The next day Mumtaz was on her way to her college. Ijaz was at the bus stop when Mumtaz walked in. After usual hello and hi, she stood there hoping for Ijaz to take some initiative. Ijaz asked her about where her brother was. Mumtaz did not hesitate to come close to Ijaz and replied that her brother was quite happy to stay alone in the house and studied his lessons.
Ijaaz asked her when she could come to his house, Mumtaz blushed and blurted out that she wanted to come to him for guidance on some questions she could not solve, in her studies. She however hesitated for she did not want to disturb him. From Mumtaz's half enthusiastic response, Ijaz easily guessed that she was willing but hesitant. Ijaz asked Mumtaz to come his room the next afternoon, when all would be away.
I was damned lucky to be in my room when Mumtaz entered Ijaz's room. I carefully shifted the furniture to get a perfect view of my brother's room from a vantage point, which I had painstakingly prepared by drilling a hole such that it gave me cinema scope view of my brother's room. I could sit comfortably on a high stool in my room and watch the show without having to stand, bend or kneel on my knees.
Mumtaz had some books and as soon as she entered, she opened her books and started to ask some questions that she was unable to understand. Ijaz was good in studies and his answers seemed to satisfy Mumtaz. They must have spent half an hour in this exercise. After she was finished, she should have got up to leave. She sat awkwardly on the sofa instead, waiting for Ijaz to say something. The stalemate continued for a while as neither Mumtaz nor my brother took initiative. I could clearly feel sexual heat in the environment. Each expected the other to take the initiative.
After a while Mumtaz got up to leave. Ijaz asked her if she would like tea. Mumtaz promptly replied that she would. She told Ijaz that she would make tea for both of them. Mumtaz walked into the corner towards a small pantry with a gas stove to heat food stuff and make tea, coffee etc. She said that she did not know where all the stuff like tea leaves, sugar etc. were located. This was a signal for Ijaz to follow her.
The pantry was small and could barely accommodate two persons. Ijaz and Mumtaz were presed against each other. Ijaz showed where the bottles of tea and sugar etc were kept. Mumtaz stretched to reach them. The shelf was a bit higher than she could reach. I was seeing their backs from my position. Suddenly Ijaz reached from behind Mumtaz and lifted her up inserting his hands inside her armpits. In the process he poked his hard cock onto her well shaped behind and touched the periphery of her breasts.
