My Younger Sister Aisha

 At 18, I was a young man living with my younger sister, Aisha. Our parents had left us in the care of servants, a young pair of siblings who were barely older than we were. Our circle of friends was modern and open-minded, and Aisha had started to explore her sexuality in ways that both excited and terrified me.

Aisha had begun to wear tight-fitting jeans and body-hugging shirts that left little to the imagination. Her nipples were often visible through her thin shirts, and I couldn't help but notice the way our tutor's eyes lingered on her growing breasts. I was both embarrassed and aroused by her newfound confidence, but I said nothing, too afraid to confront her about it.

One day, while using my computer, I stumbled upon an email exchange between Aisha and her best friend, Sana. The emails were explicit, detailing their mutual lust and the intimate acts they had already shared. Sana, a year older than Aisha, had large breasts and a bold personality that matched her physical attributes. She had been seducing Aisha for some time, and it seemed that my sister was more than willing to explore her lesbian side.

I was shocked and aroused by what I read. Aisha had confessed to fingering herself while thinking about boys in our neighborhood, including our tutor. She had even written about her desire to have sex with him. I was hard just reading her words, my mind racing with images of her touching herself, her body writhing in pleasure.

I knew that Sana was coming to visit Aisha, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen. I drilled tiny holes in the shared wall between our rooms, giving me a clear view of Aisha's bed. I was ready to watch, to see my sister's body in a way that I had never seen it before.

The day Sana arrived, Aisha was a bundle of nerves. She had put on a tight yellow shirt that left little to the imagination, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Sana, dressed in a shalwar kameez that hugged her curves, was the picture of confidence. As soon as the servant left the room, they embraced, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Sana's hand slipped into Aisha's jeans, her fingers finding their way to my sister's pussy. Aisha moaned, her body arching into Sana's touch. I could see the wetness on Sana's fingers as she pulled them out, bringing them to her mouth to taste. Aisha's face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps.

Sana stripped Aisha of her clothes, leaving her in just her baby pink underwear. Her pussy was visible through the thin fabric, her clit already swollen and ready. Sana's tongue traced a path from Aisha's neck to her breasts, her teeth nipping at her hardening nipples. Aisha moaned, her hands gripping Sana's hair, pulling her closer.

Sana's fingers found their way back to Aisha's pussy, slipping inside her with ease. Aisha bucked against her hand, her body writhing in pleasure. I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of my sister's pussy, the slapping of their bodies as they moved together.

Sana's tongue found Aisha's clit, her lips sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. Aisha's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

But Sana wasn't done. She flipped Aisha onto her stomach, her fingers finding her pussy from behind. She slipped a finger inside her, then another, her thumb circling her clit. Aisha moaned, her body pushing back against Sana's hand, begging for more.

Sana's other hand found Aisha's breasts, her fingers pinching and twisting her nipples. Aisha's body was a mess of sensations, her mind racing with pleasure. She came again, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Sana's fingers.

Sana rolled Aisha onto her back, her body covering mine. Her tongue found Aisha's, their lips melding together in a passionate kiss. Aisha's hands roamed over Sana's body, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her ass, her breasts.

Sana's fingers found their way back to Aisha's pussy, slipping inside her with ease. Aisha's body arched, her hips bucking against Sana's hand. She was close, her body tensing, her breath hitching. Sana's thumb found her clit, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, her lips sucking on her nipples.

Aisha came with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy milking Sana's fingers. She collapsed onto the bed, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Sana rolled off her, her body curled around mine, her fingers still inside my sister's pussy.

I watched as they fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their breath slowing to a steady rhythm. I was hard, my cock aching with need. I stroked myself, my eyes never leaving their entwined bodies. I came with a groan, my cock pulsing, my body shaking with the force of my release.

As the days turned into weeks, Aisha and Sana's encounters became more frequent, more passionate. They would invite friends to join them, their threesomes and foursomes becoming legendary in our circle. I was always there, watching, my cock hard, my body aching with need.

One day, as I watched Aisha and Sana together, I knew that I couldn't just watch anymore. I wanted to be a part of it, to feel her body against mine, to taste her pussy on my tongue. I slipped into their room, my cock already hard, my body ready.

Aisha looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. But she didn't stop me as I approached the bed, my body covering hers. Sana smiled, her hand reaching out to stroke my cock. I leaned down, my lips finding Aisha's, our tongues melding together in a passionate kiss.

My hand found her pussy, my fingers slipping inside her with ease. She was wet, her body ready for me. I stroked her clit, my fingers moving in and out of her pussy, my lips sucking on her nipples. She moaned, her body arching into mine, her hands gripping my hair.

I moved down her body, my tongue tracing a path from her neck to her breasts, her stomach, her pussy. I could smell her arousal, her scent driving me wild. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, my thumb circling her clit. She bucked against my hand, her body writhing in pleasure.

My tongue found her clit, my lips sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I moved up her body, my cock finding her entrance. I slipped inside her with ease, her pussy wet and ready.

I moved slowly, my hips rolling, my cock hitting all the right spots. She moaned, her nails digging into my back, her hips meeting my thrust for thrust. I picked up the pace, my hips slamming against hers, my cock filling her completely.

She came again, her body convulsing, her pussy milking my cock. I came soon after, my body tensing, my cock pulsing inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my breath ragged.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our desire for each other was insatiable, our passion for each other unquenchable. And as long as we had each other, we would continue to explore the depths of our forbidden love, to indulge in our secret passion, to savor the taste of each other's forbidden fruit. Our threesomes and foursomes became more frequent, more passionate, our desire for each other growing with each encounter. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, our love for each other only grew stronger, our passion for each other only more intense. We were bound by our desire, our love, our forbidden passion, and nothing could tear us apart. Our story was one of taboo, of forbidden love, of passion and desire, and we embraced it with open arms, our hearts and bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy and pleasure.