I was raised in the Pakistani city of Karachi, a geeky kid in a regular Pakistani family. By regular meaning that sex was a taboo subject that no one ever talked about and everyone was left to figure out the birds and the bees on their own. I think I was about 13 when I figured out that playing with my cock was a distinctly pleasurable experience. I used to lock myself in the bathroom for hours on end with magazines of pretty women and think about seeing them naked. I donât think that I knew too much about sex to fantasize anything further than that. And these were regular magazines, mind you, because at that time I had no access to Playboy or other stuff like that.
I was around 15 or 16 when I borrowed a Forum Letters book from one of my friends. The book was a revelation. I still now remember the one story about the mother teaching her virgin son the joys of sex. Actually all the stories in that book about incest were the ones that got me most stimulated.
After a couple of years around the time when I was 18, I got my second initiation to the world of incest. We had moved by that time and I had new friends, and one of them had the movie âTaboo 2â. Again, seeing the brother nailing his sister, the son nailing his mother were probably the hottest scenes I have ever seen in a movie.
I think that after that movie was the first time I started noticing my sister Saima in a sexual way. At 22, she was 4 years older than me. Saima was 5â3â, thin but not emaciated, black hair down her back to her ass, with a set of nice breasts that I until that time had never had the chance to see. I decided that I needed to change that little detail. I started to look for my chances, and once I noticed, the chances were all around me. Specifically, in keyholes and around partially closed drapes in the windows, of course when no one was around.
I remember the first time I caught sight of her naked body. She was getting ready for a shower, and I watched as she undressed. First the shirt, then the shameez (undershirt) was taken off, leaving her in a shalwar (baggy trousers) and bra. Next to go was her shalwar and I was thrilled that she wasnât wearing any panties. She was turned around at that time and I could see her curvy ass. In the next seconds the bra came off and she turned around for my first glimpse of heaven. The sight of Saima's full breasts riding high and proud on her chest and her full bush sent an electric shock straight down to the tip of my instantly erect cock and my hand was involuntarily drawn to my cock masturbating furiously.
I was still watching my big sister as she walked into the bathroom in her room and turned on the shower. Unfortunately she was partially hidden behind the door so I had to wait about 10 minutes until she finally came back in the room dripping water, with a towel in her hands. She proceeded to dry herself off, not noticing that twenty feet from her, her little brother was taking in her every curve as she patted herself dry. It wasnât long after that when I reached the point of no return and orgasmed into the tissue in my hand. Up till that time, it was the strongest orgasm of my life, and I owed it all to my sexy bari baji (big sister).
Time flew by after that for a while, and I continued to take my chances with trying to peek at her luscious body, even risking getting caught when other people were present in the house. But soon I got to thinking that I wanted to do much more than just watch. Watching incest movies at every opportunity and reading letters, even though they were fictional, about family members fucking each other got my mind in a daze, and I decided I had to try my luck.
I started by being more daring when we were alone in the house. I would go to my room where fortunately I had an old TV and VCR to myself, and would watch porn movies with the volume slightly turned up. I was sure she could hear the noises coming from my room but she never brought up the subject and never interrupted me, even though I wished endlessly that she would open the door and watch me with my stiff cock in my hands. When that didnât get her attention, I took a leaf from the letters that I had read over and over again. I would wait for her to come to wake me in the morning and pretend to be asleep while my cock was âaccidentallyâ peeking through my shorts in full glory, erect with morning tumescence. The first couple of times she just turned around immediately and left without trying to wake me at all, but the third time she stayed a bit longer and then finally called out my name to wake me. Again, she never brought the subject up, and our dance continued. Looking back on it now however, it is obvious that I was not being completely ignored. There were no attempts to make sure the blinds were closed, and she was spending more time before showers being naked in her room where I had total visual access to her charms. I never however got a chance to see her playing with herself.
I was almost beginning to think that as sexually mind-blowing as she was, she was completely asexual. However that perception was soon to change, and my life with my big sister was about to get stunningly changed forever.