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It was a usual Thursday morning. A cold one at that. I was hunched over scavenging for the last pieces of my wheat cereal as everyone was off to work. My father and mother had left hours earlier and my older brother was about to leave and my younger one had left for school. The only two left inside the quiet home were my sister-in-law and I. My brother and his wife began living with us after they got evicted. 6 people living in a 3-bedroom house was a tight fit, but we made it work.
As I finished my cereal, I heard the kitchen tap begin to run. Looking up, I saw her. Dina. She was washing a plate that she'd used, but that's not what had caught my eyes. Her ass was a thick piece of meat. One that you would dream of. I always felt that my brother was a lucky man. He wasn't conventionally attractive: short, overweight, thinning hair and not the nicest smile. But he'd won her over... somehow.
Dina was a beautiful woman. Approximately 5'2, with black hair but wearing a hijab, an hourglass figure, hazel eyes, perfectly thick lips, wide hips, 31.5' waist and 38DD breasts. The last two I only knew from some research I conducted. I wasn't the best looking, but certainly good enough. 5'9, black hair, quite fit from the sports play, and approximately 7 inch penis (not to brag or anything). It was better than what my brother offered. Secretly, I lusted over her. Who wouldn't? A great body and a decent personality is what I'm looking for.
Adjusting her hijab slightly as she dried her hands, Dina turned towards me as she began to walk out of the room, "No school or work?"
Shaking my head, I swallow the last grains of cereal and get up, my eyes attempting to deflect away from her cleavage. Keeping my eyes centred towards her nose, I gave a somewhat convincing, "Oh- uh- nah. It's my lucky day."
Dina nodded as she walked away. Minutes later, I heard the distinctive noise of the shower upstairs. I knew she had work and was getting ready, so I stayed downstairs, opting to watch a man moan about some football players' performance. But soon, she was gone.
Out of the house, I waited a minute. Just to be certain, she left. As everything fell into silence, I felt a small marble-size ball form in my throat. Getting up, I rushed upstairs and into her room. I knew I had enough time. No one was coming back for at least 6 hours, and Dina was gone for longer. Putting my phone to one side, I rubbed my hands together. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I took a deep breath as I stepped in. The room was somewhat tidy, but as I looked around I hit the jackpot. There was a pair of panties, perfectly placed on the ground and presumably dirty laundry she'd forgotten about. Bending down, I used my index and middle finger to pick it up. Pressing it against my lips, I felt her warmth. Her scent. Her love. It was almost like a drug and within seconds of consuming it, I was hooked. My boxers held back my boner but it just wasn't comfortable. Releasing my crown jewels, I took a quick sniff. My cock was already throbbing, calling for some attention.
As I gave it a good rub, I leant back and moaned. "Oh Dina, ah..." My body flung itself onto her bed, using her 'expensive' moisturiser as lubrication as I went for a climax. I could hear my heartbeat within my ears as I stroked my thick veiny cock, not being able to keep my eyes open as it rolled to the back of my head.
Just then, I released my load. It went flying all over her bed, covering her bedsheets and pillow. Did I care? No. Was I satisfied? Hell yes. Cum dripped slowly down my shaft and onto my fingers as I gave my last moan, "Uh- oh Dina... wow..."
Just as I got myself together, my heart dropped. The squeak of the door hinge caught my attention as I saw her standing there in her black abaya and hijab. Dropping her work bag on the ground, she covered her mouth and looked at me with wide open eyes.
A loud audible, "Oh my fucking god!" could be heard. There she stood, looking at her younger brother-in-law moaning her name, covered in cum and her dirty panties around on his stomach. Still, as he got caught, his veiny cock stood at attention... impressively.
As I lay there on my back, I froze. My world came crashing down as I realised what had happened. Surely there would be consequences.
Getting up, cock in hand, I tried pulling up my pants. "I'm so sorry... please don't tell mum..." My mind raced as I tried to cover myself up. Realising the extent of my actions, my face turned red. Yet, my erection wouldn't fizzle out. Standing there as I looked over, my veiny cock still bulged across my trousers.
"Get the fuck out!" Dina screamed. Without hesitation, I sprinted out of the room. Heading down the hallway into my own. For hours, I sat on my bed. Contemplating my actions. Hours passed, I heard my younger brother come home, then my older brother and lastly my parents. Quite a while later, I got a knock on the door.
My mother stood there, and in her thick accent said, "Dinners ready."
I walked down the stairs to the dining room. A delicious meal had been cooked and as I sat down I couldn't look up. Just in my periphery I could see Dina. Not wanting to look up. My father looked over at me and asked, "what's wrong son?"
Slowly looking up from my plate, I put my spoon down, "Nothing, just stressed, dad."
He gave a nod, leaving me to eat. After about 15 minutes, I forced myself to look up. Dina sat opposite me, acting like usual. She hadn't changed her behaviour, wasn't acting mad or disappointed. Either everyone knew and became great actors, she hadn't got the chance to tell my parents yet, or decided to not say anything. I begged god for it to be the last one, but I could only hope.
An hour later, I walked upstairs. Everyone was heading to bed and Dina walked up the stairs, "Hey!" She snapped, pulling my shirt as I turned around. "I decided against telling them... but I want something back." Her voice was different, almost seductive. Her hand gave a small tug against the waistband of my trousers and I quickly blushed. Her ass shook with every step she took away.