Before I start off, let me tell the readers that this is not a new story. It was earlier written by 'Hornypaki', a person who inspired me to start writing on Lit. The story was perhaps the last by the author, before he suddenly disappeared from the Lit. I would like to dedicate this sequel to him and sincerely wish that he comes back with a bang. For those, who have not read the story by the actual author, I would summarize the past parts so as to invoke interest in it and my contribution.
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'Friends And Family' comprised of 18 parts and was a story of Fahad from Karachi, Pakistan. He belonged to a middle class family, who went to Middle East to help his family, financially. There he hit jackpot and became the sole cause for the rise of his family status. He was able to provide enough dough for the amicable marriage of his elder sister, Rida, to an Air Force officer, Tariq. Fahad's younger brother, Faisal, started a flourishing shop with the backing of Fahad and incidentally gets married to Nadia. Fahad's younger sister, Zainab, whom he left as a skinny adolescent, was now a raging teenager. True to her age, she was a real headache for the parents due to her activities and tantrums.
During the course of story, Fahad, who have been portrayed as a guy for whom, sex was like air, water and food; a basic necessity of life. He starts off for Pakistan from Dubai, only after a mind boggling sex session with a Sri Lankan nurse. After coming back, he was showered with the respect and gratitude from his entire family. He is also pressurized by his family to enter into wedlock with some suitable girl, but he avoids the preposition. He started off with seducing his sis in law, Nadia. Then he had the housemaid, Beena, a young and nubile girl from Southern Punjab. His elder sister also arrives from Lahore with her hubby, a real Air Force jock, who doesn't mind revealing his exploits to his Brother in Law, Fahad.
The heroin of the story is none else then the younger sister, Zainab. A 'real pain in ass' for the parents, who has grown up to become a beauty. In addition of her beauty, she is wild, just like Fahad. Despite their 'like-mindedness', the seduction took quite a long time. It materializes at the end of the story. Both enjoyed each other in totality and, when at the end of story, Fahad is all set to leave Pakistan without getting married, she becomes sad. Fahad makes false promises of calling her to Dubai in his wake.
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Life was back to normal in Dubai for me; the work, the parties, the friends and the booze. I missed my occasional flings with hash that I was able to get easily in my homeland. I missed some other things as well, but despite yearning for those, I vowed repeatedly not to pursue them. Some nights, when I was alone, I unintentionally thought about my recent trip to Pakistan. My mind went to the fun I had with Beena, her willingness to do anything in the bed was great and I knew for sure, that her next suitors would enjoy the skills she had learnt from the sex we had. Nadia, my sis in law, was never a naïveté in the ways of love making. She was a wild lady, who got a mismatch in the form of my brother, Faisal.
Zainab, whom I avoided in my thought, somehow managed to persistently haunt me in my dreams. I took cherries of two of her holes and every moment of that time teased me thoroughly. In my conscious moment, I shooed her visions away, but when I was drunk or drowsy, there was no way to avoid her. My tongue longed for her honeyed taste, my hands missed her small but perfectly formed tits and most of all, and my cock missed her tight confines, always wet and hot to receive me. I sometimes felt that I should have brought her here, but that was out of question, atleast that was what I thought.
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"Arey Fahad beta, tumhari behen ke liye ek rishta aaya hey (Fahad, someone has proposed your sister)." My mom broke the news to me one evening.
"Accha, so who is the guy?" I asked, not knowing how to react.
"You don't know him. He is a bit older, but amazingly, Zainab is willing." She seemed to be genuinely amazed.
"Ammi, umer hey faraq sey kiya hota hey, haan bilkul hi buddha nahi hona chahiye (Mom, age difference is not a big issue but definitely the guy should not be real old man)." I remarked.
Then on second thoughts, I asked, "How old is he, by the way?"
She did not reply immediately, as if trying to figure out how to break the news. Then she quietly said, "Chalees ke kareeb (Around forty)."
"What? More then double the age of Zainab. Are you all out of your mind?" I was shocked.
"How on earth Zainab is willing?" I thought.
"Beta, tum to Dubai mein ayyashi sey reh rahe ho, tumhe kiya pata ke Zainab ne kitna sataya hua hey. Is sey pehley ke kuch gul khilaaey, uss ki shaadi ho jani chahiye. Aur jahan tak umer ka faraq hey, usey khud aiteraz nahi to tum kyoon pareshan ho (Son, you are enjoying yourself in Dubai, you don't know how much Zainab teases us. I want that she should get married before something real bad happens. Beside, she is willing, what worries you then)." She said in a tone that revealed how much nervous wreck she has become because of Zainab. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Astonishingly, Zainab did not call me "behenchod" or sisfucker during this call as she had been doing in our past conversations on the phone. I had called her on her cell, immediately after the call from mom.
"- - - - Haan, mein raazi hoon (Yes, I am willing), why are you so bothered?" She said when I harped upon the age difference.
"Do I know him?" I asked.
"In a way, may be, but I am not sure that you remember him." She said with a voice that revealed that she was talking in riddles.
"Why don't you tell me?" I said.
"You will know him, through and thorough. But why are you so interested in knowing him." She again taunted, her mood tilting towards past.
"Ok, don't tell, I am not that crazy about your affairs." I tried to cut off her pranks.
"Well, since when you have stopped taking interest in my affairs; you, to be honest, were never interested so there is no question so stopping. " She replied, acting as a leech.
"Would you please tell me that if you are really convinced that you should get married to someone double your age?" I persisted.
"Why are you thinking otherwise? I am anxiously waiting to get married." She replied and after a pause said, "I will be getting a license to FUCK."
"So, when do you plan to get married to that mysterious old man who has fallen in love with?" I asked realizing that she was not going to stop teasing me.
