The neat double storey house was located on a wide, eucalyptus tree lined street, in North Nazimabad, Karachi.
The street was neatly cut in two halves by a storm drain that over the years had become more of a shallow depression, than an actual flood defense.
The house was painted white with a neat hedgerow in front of the high boundary wall, with a large dark green gate that leads to the car porch.
Nineteen-year-old Taimur had come home from college late. He had showered and changed into his sleeping shalwar (loose baggy trousers) and a vest and lay down on his bed.
Taimur lived with his parents, one brother and two sisters. The eldest sister Alia (22) was married with a baby; and then there was his sister Nabila aged 19, just finished high school. His brother Nasir was a newly appointed, junior officer in the Ministry of Trade.
His arms folded behind his head, he watched the ceiling fan spinning franticly, fighting a losing battle with the afternoon heat of a breezeless April day.
His mind went back to the reason he was late getting home these days. He had been at Zain's large, luxury bungalow in the posh phase 5 Gizri D.H.A. Karachi.
Zain was a college friend from a wealthy and socially active family. The only son, he was given almost total freedom to do what he wanted.
It was six months now since Zain had first invited him over. As they had driven up the hill towards the leafy shaded road where Zain lived, Zain had asked Taimur what he thought of his (Zain's) mother.
Taimur had met her several times over the years he had known Zain and had a very favorable opinion of her.
"Auntie bahut achi aur sweet hai." (Auntie is very nice and sweet) Taimur answered.
"Numkin bhe." (Salty too) Zain had said with a sly smile.
Taimur had been puzzled by that answer but ignored it.
Auntie Zoobia had been at home and had greeted Taimur with a smile as Zain had leaned in close to her and kissed her on the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but to Taimur, who had never seen any man kiss a woman before, it had been shocking.
Taimur had followed Zain into his room, where Zain had casually turned on the big screen T.V. and flipped to a cable music channel.
Taimur had sat down on the chair and watched as sexy, barely dressed girls danced provocatively... No wonder his father would not allow a T.V. in his home.
Taimur's Lund had been hard as an iron rod. His Shalwar tenting up in his lap as he watched wide eyed as two girls in bikinis moved together provocatively.
"Yaar!" Zain had said, "Is ki gaand dekh... kya gaand hai!" (Dude! look at her ass... what an ass).
Taimur had watched the ass' move and had felt his cock tip leaking as he watched. His hand had gone to the hard meat in his shalwar and stroked it instinctively.
"Yaar! Yeh dekh!" (Dude! See this!) Zain had said as Taimur saw him pick up the remote control and click a button.
There on the screen was something that had made Taimur almost cum in his shalwar.
He had watched a long-wet cock sliding in and out of a bushy black-haired pussy. He had seen porno magazines and so knew what a choot looked like, but those magazines had nothing like this.
There in color, was a man fucking a woman. Actually screwing in living color.
The volume had been up and the sounds of the actors panting and groaning had been clearly audible.
Suddenly the cock was pulled out and the man's hand grabbed it as it had spilled a thick white creamy liquid onto the black bush of the woman he had recently been pumping. The man had then used his cock to rub his cream into the bush as Taimur watched the woman reach down and dip her fingers in the cum.
The camera shot had switched to the woman, a middle-aged woman, licking cum off her fingers as a young man had sucked a nipple topping one of big fat breasts.
Whatever language they had been speaking, one word had been crystal clear; the young man had said 'mama'.
Taimur had looked at Zain in shock, "Did he just call her his mother?" He had asked.
Zain had his cock in his hands and had been gently stroking it as he smoked a cigarette casually.
Zain had nodded and said, "Donu Maa beta hain." (They are mother and son)
Taimur had cum in his shalwar.
"Yeh na mumkin hai yaar!" (That is not possible) He had protested.
Zain had laughed as he had seen the shocked look on Taimur's face. "Yaar! They're actors. The story is about incest... you know, Madarchode. (Mother fucking)
Taimur had watched as the film moved on to a dinner table where a young girl and an older man joined the two who had just been fucking in a civilized dining scene.
"Look" Zain had said, "That is the father and sister of the boy, the father has already had the daughter twice, should I rewind it for you?"
"This is only a movie, right?" Taimur had asked slowly, "Father and daughter? Mother and son?"
Zain nodded as he said, "and in the next scene the sister gets fucked by her brother in the shower. Aur wooh bhe gaand main."(And that too, is in the ass)
Taimur had watched as the movie switched to a scene with the brother and sister smooching and squeezing each other in the shower.
Taimur watched as the sister had turned around and bent over, pulling her buttocks apart revealing her anus.
The brother had wasted no time in aiming his cock at the exposed butt hole and sinking it into his sister.
There had been several scenes after that and Taimur was hard as ever when Zain took him home.
"But these things don't happen really... do they?' Taimur had asked.
"Yaar!" Zain had said with a sly smile "Is duniya mai, sub Kuch chalta ha. Jub admi gharam hai, tu kissi ki bhi choot chaleegi.' (Dude, in this world, anything goes. A horny guy will fuck any cunt he can get)
Taimur had thought this over carefully and then he had shaken his head.
"Nahin." He had said firmly, "Yeh Pakistan mai nahin ho sakta." (No. This cannot happen in Pakistan)
Zain had looked at him with a mysterious smile and said, "Mare bhai, Pakistan mai sub Kuch chalta ha. App buhat masoom hoo.' (My Brother, in Pakistan everything happens. You are just an innocent).
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It was Zain who had made Taimur aware of his sister Alia's sex appeal.
He often dropped Taimur home in his new car after college before picking his mother up from her volunteer work.
Zain always had a cold drink or a cup of tea when he dropped Taimur.
Alia had been home about a week when Zain had seen her for the first time.
She had come into the drawing room holding a tray with cola and snacks on it and slipping her slippers gracefully off her feet had walked over to Zain and offered him the cola.
She had smiled pleasantly and called him "Bhai" (brother) very correctly.
She did not make eye contact with him, and kept her head fully covered.
Taimur had seen Zain stare at Alia, as she left, and noticed that he smiled that sly smile he used when checking out college Chokries, (Babes) or watching a hot looking woman cross the street at the traffic lights.
As Taimur watched Alia leave, he seemed to notice for the first time that she was a woman.
Taimur had become aware of the sexual magnetism of Alia since then. The sway of her hips as she walked, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed held him helplessly in their power.
Zain seemed to spend more time at Taimur's house after that day too. Even when his mother's social work moved to another area of the city, Zain still made the out-of-the-way journey to drop Taimur home.
Taimur noticed also that Alia seemed to be moving a bit more sexily when Zain was around. She seemed to like the attention Zain gave her.
Alia's arranged marriage to a cousin (Tahir) had not been successful. Her in-laws and her parents had thought that a few months of separation would calm the friction between Alia and her husband. So, she had been sent back to her father's home and into that grey area of semi-separation.
Motherhood had agreed with Alia. Her complexion, though always fair, had taken on a glow that was hard to describe. Her figure had filled out. Gone was the thin, flat 5 ft 4 girl of pre-marriage. In its place was a hot 36 25 36 sexy woman who made heads turn wherever she went.
Not that Alia dressed provocatively. With a father like hers, to leave the house uncovered from head to toe was unthinkable. Call it chemistry or simple sex appeal, the fact was Alia gave off a strong sexual signal that could not be hidden behind a chaddar.
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Zain had made various remarks about Alia. All quite harmless and polite at first but, as time went by, and Zain and Taimur watched more and more porno and read more and more porno stories, Taimur found the remarks getting more sexual.
At first, he was annoyed, but he began to realize what a turn on it was to listen to Zain compare a certain porno actress's ass to his mother's ass and breasts to Alia's.
Zain was careful to never go too far but, Taimur was himself beginning to put Alia's face to the actresses he watched getting pumped on the TV screen.
Each film would fill his mind with another fantasy of Alia.
