I slowly and pretending to be fully asleep and dreaming reached her real left boob this time. I touched her nipple very gently. She did not do a thing but was breathing very heavy. I put my hand on her boob and just left it there for a long pause and I did not say anything waiting to see what she does. Now I started mumbling again as if I am sleeping talking to Nargis. This time I move my hand on her salwar and put it there to see what she does. I started moving my body closer to her and rubbed her thigh with my poked penis and moved slowly from the top of her salwar my finger by touching her most private part. Yes it was her vagina top. She suddenly got up and I was so horrified and moved myself a bit away still pretending to be deep a sleep. She went out and I looked around and was cursing myself and was afraid that things now might really get bad. I don’t know how long it took her to come back and by now I was away to my own spot. She went under the sandali and the next thing I remember is I don’t know how it got morning and how I actually went to sleep but it was early morning and remembering my mother telling me about namaz (morning prayer called fajr). I woke up and found out that Khadijah is already out I also tried to come back to my religious obligation at least today. I went for taharat and wozu (religious cleansing) and when I returned I saw Khadijah was performing namaz with mom and Dad was out to the masjid (mosque) so just like other teenage boys, I put ja-namaz (prayer rug) on one side and stated praying.
I was repeating prayers a bit louder so that Khadijah can hear and if she has something against me can become sure that I never knew what happened last night and that it was sleep accident and that I was actually dreaming about Nargis etc. etc. By the time every thing was over it was bit brighter in the morning but still the sun was not up. I asked for taking bath. Mom asked Khadijah to warm up water for your brother in the balty (steel bucket). That’s how it used to be in those days. Now that I am in Europe and realize what kind of life we lived. Khadijah put the hot water for me in the bramda and I took it to bathroom and had a warm bath. I surely did ask Allah to forgive me and was praying that Khadijah will not tell anything to mom about what happened. That day in the school I was very confused and did not take much interest in the studies and master ji asked me if something was wrong, I said I have headache. I came home in the afternoon and Khadijah was back from her school and I met her as she opened the door. I kept myself very normal and trying to read everything at home if she said anything to Mom or if she or Mom’s behavior was different. I looked at her and just like old time and usual joked with her as a brother; “You did not wash your face today?” she made her usual face to me by shouting as usual to Mom; “Mom, Abdul is annoying me!” I found out that Mother was behaving normal but I saw that Khadijah was a bit shying away but not too much.
The rest of that day I was trying hard to know if Khadijah reacts or does something. I was now noticing her body for the first time in day light and as she looked at me I looked the other way. Did she suspect me? I was curious on many things. Khadijah did not tell anything to Mom, I should have stopped there but I knew that she did not suspect me playing with her. She still thought that I was actually dreaming and in my dreams I was thinking of touching Nargis (our neighbor’s daughter). She spoke with me normally when I asked her questions as usual and she did not indicate in anyway but being a bit shy unusually. Well, her brother touched her boobs and touched at least from behind her salwar her most private part before she decided for a NO last night. I was dying to know what she will do tonight. Well she changes her spot with my other sister who was way away on the other side or she will remain where she used to be. I had to catch-up with some homework from school and kept myself busy until dinner time. On the dastarkhwan (dinner time) Khadijah as usual was sitting opposite me and that was giving me chances to look at her while others did not look at me. I noticed that she was also looking at times with me but as if shying.
Finally bed time came and I was so badly now looking forward for the night. Everyone as usual gone to bed and Khadijah did not change her spot which I thought she might. Normally I thought it should be that she will change her spot and she used to do in the past for no reason since she used to prepare sandali with helping Mom but no she was sleeping on my right side under the sandali. I wanted to chat with her before we go to sleep. I asked her, how was your day, how was your school etc. She replied everything normal even though it was not normally I asked her. She was wearing a white hosiery long top and the normal salwar. I was curious if she has elastic or ezar-band on her salwar. I was thinking a lot of things. I was going crazy and I was where there probably was no return from what I was playing. I was playing with fire and I was determined in what I was doing. I was scared but scare did not control me much. I was religious but religious bonds were weakening against my new desires. The lights were off and suddenly as I was deep in my thoughts, I heard a voice; “Aren’t you sleeping?” I came to myself and it was Khadijah asking me that question. Why did she ask me that question? She never before did. Does she want me to explore her thinking of Nargis again? Did she actually enjoy what I did last night? Or it was just a question? All of these and other questions as if cross my mind at once in just seconds. I mumbled, “Yes I am going to sleep?” I told her, and us both said shab ba-khair (good night). Our feet touched again like the other night but it was brief and just normal as it happens under every sandali and in every home. But just the touch even if it was normal felt otherwise. For the first time, felt sexy and felt desirable and felt to touch again and against all odds I teasingly touched her feet with mine again and told her sorry. She laughed and said it is ok. She said; “Last night you had some nightmare and put your legs on my legs.”
“I did? I am sorry” I was bit shaky by now.
“It is ok I think you were talking too” she said.
“I was? What I was talking? No, you are joking.” I said.
“Shhhhhhh talk softer you will wake up others.” She whispered.
“You started it” I whispered to her back. I asked her what I was saying. She said “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know and you are saying that I was talking in the night while I was sleep?” I continued; “Are you saying that I am a sleep talker?” She again shushed me saying; “be quiet.” And she continued; “You were talking and that’s all I know, now please go to sleep and let me sleep too.”
“Ok, Ok I will good night.”
Ok, I now know one thing, she was totally awake all the way last night but she still thinks that I was really dreaming about Nargis and that it was an honest movement of me caused by my dream and sleep troubles. I was thankful that she did not tell all of this to Mom. I had to ask her one more thing. Yes I have to. Very quietly I whispered to her; “Did you tell Mom that I was talking in my sleep?’ I also requested her to put her head under sandali blanket and talk so that we don’t disturb others. She did and now in the light of sandali bulb both of our heads met with about a feet away as we both kept the blanket up so that we can see and talk. She said: “No, why would I tell Mom?”
“Oh thanks!” I thanked her and requested her; “please don’t tell anyone that I am a sleep talker”
“Ok, I will not. Now can we sleep?” she pleaded. Yes, yes we should. But we both laughed and I was looking at her as she was quietly laughing. I could see her body under the table and her beautiful face was shining. Man she was beautiful, she was beautiful and yes her was. Why are you looking go to sleep she teased me again. I pulled myself back and my feet touched her feet again as I moved a bit but not all the way back. Khajo? I called her (we used to call her Khajo at home) She said; “Uffff what now?”
“My feet are cold; can I put them under your feet again like the other night?”
She said with frustrating act; “OK go on.” All I wanted was to do this and that’s it. I move closer to her and put my feet under her knees and I thought she might say something but she didn’t. “Thanks Khajo” I thanked her. “Welcome” she said and asked me to let her sleep now. Ok. Good night again and we laughed again. We all used to feel each others feet under sandali, sometimes accidentally, sometimes just because one’s feet were cold and we all four of us teasing and feet fighting and giggling just normal think in a family of four kids. But tonight I was putting my feet a bit more upper and it was under my sister’s knees. She did not object and I was now fully erect and slowly I touched my penis and found out that some kind of liquid thing was coming. I never before touched a girl that way and this was totally new to me for the past few nights and that too with no other but my own sister Khadijah. I was quiet and in about 20 minutes or so I heard Khadijah was snoring very calmly. My feet were still under her knees. I slowly moved them away from under her knees and pretending to be sleep I moved them away. She half moved facing away and was still asleep. I did not do anything for another few minutes. She moved back to her first position now flat. I collected all of my courage and again pretended to sleep talk, mumbling. I moved closer to her and called her Nargis, Nargis. She did not respond at all. I moved my knee between her thighs and now my erect penis was touching her body on her side. I move my hand at the some time on her right chest and pretending a sweet dream of Nargis I started slowly and gently rubbing Khadijah’s boobs from behind her hosiery’s top. Just like last night she was not wearing a bra and I think during night she never did and I think it was not usual. My wife does not wear one so why should she have on those days.
Khadijah’s breathing got faster and I could feel her heart beat on the palm of my hand. I was calling Nargis so to assure Khadijah that I was dreaming and that these acts where absolutely innocent. She lay there and never objected and from her heart beat and her hard breathing I knew that she is not a sleep at all. I got some more courage and this time I moved my hand under her hosiery and reached for her nipples while mumbling Nargis’ name and appreciating Nargis’ beauty as a pretend of sleep talk. Khadijah never moved and never objected to anything. I knew that she was in fact enjoying my touch. Yes, I was sure that she was enjoying the touch of her own brother’s hand on hear bare boobs. I move for the first time my right hand under above her hair and started massaging her boobs gently. To me also it was new and to her as well. I did not wanted her to be hurt. She was my lovely sister. My sister whom I loved and I grew up together with her and now I was so close to her, so close that imaginations could not measure it. After few minutes I moved my hand slowly to her salwar just like last night. Last night after few gentle rubbing on her most private part, she got up and walked out of the room and I was careful to see what happens tonight. It went for 3 or four minutes and I could hear her fast breathing and now my face was touching her face and she was not moving herself away.
Got the courage now and pretending to be doing all of this in dream with the neighbor’s daughter Nagris, I wanted her to be sure that I was doing it in innocence. She believed me but at the same time she was enjoying my touch all over her. She was quiet. I said to myself, now is the time! Yes, do it!
I moved my hand upward to move to see if she had elastic or threaded ezar-band. She had elastic. It was so easy now. Will she object? I was a bit tense about it. Will she let me actually feel her vagina? From the top of salwar it was not much to feel but it was a lot anyway. But now I was trying to move somewhere beyond. Waited a bit, got the courage and she was breathing hard and I was breathing hard and I had a full speed heart beat. I mumbled, “Nargis, can I touch you? Can I please?” And with that I moved my fingers inside her salwar for few moments I just put my fingers on the top of soft, very soft silk feeling hair. I was a bit surprised because I did not know that girls also have hair. She was just 16 and I was 17. I had myself few some hairs now. But I was so stupid that I never knew that girls too have hair there. I was sweating and I had almost fainted but collected my courage again and started exploring my sister Khajo’s vagina. I could feel that she was shivering. She did not object at all. I knew now fully that she wants this and therefore, I started slowly but gently exploring her vagina. As I moved here and there, not knowing what to do? As I moved my fingers went downward, and my fingers felt some wetness. I knew that she must have had what I have on my penis. But it was making my fingers slippery and it felt as good as I moved up and down. I heard some kind of moan from her and knew that she was very much excited about it. She was suddenly shaking as if she had some hard fever. And she was now moving herself and she was moaning but with a lot of care.
What in the world am I doing? I am actually touching my sister’s vagina and I was touching her vagina lips and I am feeling her vagina wetness and hair. As I was rubbing my penis on her side something very wrong and funny and scary and terrible happed. My penis started jumping here and there without control and I was like peeing on myself. It felt so good that I never ever in my life had such an experience. My salwar was wet and I was sure that it even did her side a bit wet since it was so much. I could not control myself and pulled myself and quickly move from her away. I was scared but still I managed to pretend that I was a sleep and started snoring slowly as I moved to my part of the sandali. No one did anything. She was not moving and I was not moving and I think she knew that I woke up from dreaming and I could hear that she was snoring. But I knew that she was now pretending to be a deep sleep. Now I know that it was my first ever orgasm and I know from her shaking and moans and movements that she also had her first orgasm, an orgasm awakened by her own brother. I have to stop here and will continue later.
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