All In The Family And Outside Part One

I am Salim, working as a salesman in a shop in cloth market in Meerut in UP. I have been working for the past several years and have earned good respect and trust of my employers through my honesty, hard work and smooth salesmanship with wealthy women who come to buy ladies outfits for them and their daughters. Because of my performance, I earn fairly good salary and occasional bonus for my work. I subsequently got married to a good looking but simple girl from a village nearby.

Our family is fairly well off and comparatively less conservative in our community (in our community most of the women wear burqa: a face veil, to conceal their face and body). We do not follow burqa system for our women. My father was against it and therefore girls and women in our family do not wear burqa except on some special occasions when that becomes necessary. After the death of my father, we maintained the same traditions and our girls and women did not wear burqa.

We were three brothers. Eldest was Amir. At that time he was 50 years old. His wife Shzia was 35 years. Although she was 35 years of age she looked more like 25. Her face was like a baby. She had long, thick and dark hair. Her hair extended right down to her hips. She had big blue lovely eyes, which she kept dark with kajal (soot paste). Her smile was infectious. When she smiled, you could see deep dimples on both her cheeks. She had full plum breasts and shapely ass. Her ass was full and sexy. However her waist was surprisingly slim. She was perfect hour glass shape.

My eldest brother Amir worked in an office as an accountant and was always very busy in the office. He worked for late hours and sometimes stayed at the office the whole night. Although he was paid well, he hardly had time for his wife. When he returned late in the night, he always complained of tiredness and slept off as soon as he hit the bed. His room was just above mine. I could hear voices when Amir and Shazia had heated arguments.

Shazia bhabhi (brother’s wife) complained of Amir’s late coming and not paying any attention to her all the time. Amir shouted back asking her to let him sleep. Many a time, I saw Shazia bhabhi rushing down the stairs from upper floor and crying her heart out in the balcony.

My elder brother Ijaz was smart with well kept thick hair and always well dressed. He had well toned body that would be an eye catcher for any girl. He was socially very active, trying to help all neighbours and friends. Because of these reasons, he had easy access in all houses in our vicinity. Many girls were groggy eyed when they talked to or about him. I had seen many women in our neighbourhood succumbing to his charms easily. When this story started Ijaz was not yet married and I was quite young.

This story mainly revolves around the sexcapades of my brother Ijaz.

Ours is a dilapidated building in old Township of Meerut. We have common connecting door. The door had seen better days. It needed replacement for a long time. It had cracks and if lights are on in the other room and if you are sitting in dark, you could well see what was going on in the other room. Through this window of education, I learnt my first lessons in sex, when I saw Ijaz seducing girls and women young and old.

He fucked girls and women not only in his room. He fucked them in shower, stair case, store room and balcony of our house. In fact, wherever he got any chance to fuck a woman or a girl he did not spare them. He was a slow and steady and always won the race.

I knew of at least five occasions, on separate days, when Ijaz had one woman or another in his room next to mine. I watched how smoothly he talked to them and then seduced them. A girl or woman whom he fucked once, always kept returning to him under one pretext or another to get fucked by him again. He had big cock and women went crazy when he banged them mercilessly. I could hear loud cries and moaning sounds from the next room and could see how he banged the girls and women with his long cock.

I had seen even elderly women surreptitiously finding their way into our house to get fucked by him. I was amazed at the women, who pretended to be shy and conservative in front of everyone; but how they melted like wax when they stood in front of my brother Ijaz. They just fell for his sweet and smooth endearments and into his arms helplessly with the ultimate desire to be plundered by his long and thick cock.

However, I must say that he was not rude or crude. He had a way with women.  He was a charmer. He had tremendous power of charming women. He first attracted girls or women by his charming talk and helping nature. He looked so innocent. He never tried to be overbearing.

Because of his personality, girls and women naturally got attracted to him and believed in what he said. They trusted him and obeyed him. I had seen girls ready to do whatever, Ijaz told them. His control over females was so great that many times women threw all cautions and care to wind to please him.

It was no wonder therefore that women lined up to seek his favours. He had developed his own ingenious methods to seduce girls and women. Once I saw him   pretend to be unwell or sick. His women would feel so unhappy at his sickness and would be eager to serve him during his sickness.

I remember one incident very clearly. There was a beautiful college going girl in our neighbourhood. Her name was Mumtaz. She was our distant relation. Ijaz went to their house regularly and guided her in her homework. Mumtaz’s parents were very happy with Ijaz because he helped them in many ways. He arranged to get her brother a job and once lent them some money, when they needed it for a specific purpose. Her parents were all out for Ijaz.

Mumtaz was very much impressed by my brother’s knowledge, personality and etiquette. Many times Mumtaz, her younger brother and Ijaz went out to market for shopping or to park etc. (Ijaz never asked Mumtaz out alone. He always insisted that her younger brother should accompany them. This created very good impression of Ijaz in the minds of Mumtaz’s parents.) When Mumtaz’s brother left Ijaz and Mumtaz alone in the park to go away to play; Ijazz nerrated to Mumtaz his experiences with girls and how these girls would try to impress him. He would pretend as if he is just a simple guy, who likes Mumtaz. He praised Mumtaz for her many virtues including her beauty.

Ijaz kept feeding in her mind that she must have all kinds of experiences and should not be bogged down by age old traditions and conservative beliefs. Ijaz always talked about women liberation and would tell her about how women were liberated in advanced countries. She listened to Ijaz with rapt attention. There were many things Ijaz said, about which she had no idea at all. Because of his continuous sweet words and encouragement, Mumtaz became relatively free with Ijaz. She began to hold his hands and would not mind closer body contact with Ijaz during walking or travelling in bus or train.

Ijaz gradually began introducing man and woman relationship (not explicit sex) in his talk. He started pointing out how beautiful Mumtaz was and how she must not waste her youth within four walls of her house. Ijaz told Mumtaz that she was not meant for just marrying and giving birth to children. She must also enjoy life. Ijaz was leading Mumtaz on the garden path of seduction.

Ijaz kept spending money or her parents buying them some gifts or the other. Her parents considered Ijaz as a very good human being and permitted their daughter to go to Ijaz’s house without any restraint at any time of day or night.

When Ijaz fell sick. Mumtaz offered to serve him in sickness. Mumtaz’s parents also insisted that she could help him by cooking food and doing laundry etc. After some hesitation, Ijaz accepted her proposal. Mumtaz came to our house and made food for him and looked after him all the time for about two days. Although Ijaz was normal, he pretended to feel tired third day. He lay in bed when Mumtaz came to see him. He pretended pain in his calf muscles. Mumtaz offered to massage his legs.

As she sat on the bed and Ijaz lay on bed. Ijaz was wearing his lungi with nothing underneath. As the girl began massaging his legs and particularly calf muscle, Ijaz complained of pain in the thigh. Mumtaz hesitated to touch his thigh. Ijaz let out a deep groan loudly and said, “I know I am a lonely man. You should not touch me because I am a man. Don’t touch me. I am not worth your touch.”

Mumtaz felt sad for him and began to rub his thighs. As she inched up a little, she experienced rush of adrenalin in her veins. Ijaz’s legs were hairy. She had never experienced such feelings before. She just touched the base of Ijaz’s pubic hair and joint of his legs. She did not realise why she was so agitated. She suddenly felt Ijaz’s engorged cock in her hands when she accidently touched Ijaz’s erect penis. Instinctively she began breathing harder, pulled her hands back and looked at Ijaz helplessly. The girl was grossly confused. I was lying on my bed in my room watching the drama unfolding in front of my eyes.

Ijaz lovingly pulled her closer and began caressing her hair and then caressed her back. He said, “Don’t feel bad. You are a girl and I am a boy. We have different bodies. That’s all. There is nothing to be afraid of. Come closer. Let me show you how a man’s body is made.” Mumtaz felt slightly less tense with his words. She felt that Ijaz was only trying to educate her.

From the author

This is part-1. I shall come out with part-2 after I hear from my readers. This is a story of one of my readers. Please do write back your comments. I shall respond to them.