This is the first time I’m writing any erotic story at any website but this incident is very true and happend 5 years ago. Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m Bilal, 27 yrs old and in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I have an older brother and a 2 yrs younger sister. Some of our reletives are in USA and UK. Two of my uncles live in USA with their famlies. Anways, so lemme start my story which happend 5 years ago. Both of my uncles were comming back with their families. Reason was simple, one of my cousin (the american cousin) was getting married. A month ago they called and let us know of their arrivel. The whole house was happy.
My sister told me, “hey bilal, guess what uncle Qasim and Nasir are comming back, to marry off Rimsha”. Rimsha is uncle Qasim’s daughter. They have only two kid. Rimsha and Adil. Adil is 15 while Rimsha is the same age as me, 22. After listening my this pleasent surprise,I got excited. I had a moment of fleshback when, Rimsha, my sis, my phuppi’s son hameed (the guy who Rimsha would arrenge to and then married) and I used to play. When I was 10 years old, uncle Qasim took his family to America. Hammed who was 13, was crying that day. He loved Rimsha, that’s why my phuppi asked her hand in marriage for her son to her brohter Qasim. How could he refuse his younger sister, he said yes. So the month passed and we all went to Islamabad International Airport to revieve our now American reletives. “There, uncle Nasir” my sis yelled. I looked and he was comming with his wife and two kids, both under 10.
Then I spotted a preety young women, with brown cloured shalwar kameez, silky black hair shoulder length, white as snow, walking toward us. I was stairing at that timeless beauty and wished we had a girl like that in our family. Suddenly I saw her talking to uncle Nasir and shock wave stormed into my brains telling me that’s Rimsha. “Oh my gawd, she is beautiful” I thought “curse you Hammed you little basterd” second thought came into my mind. Anways, the moment of reunion came, with ladies crying and men laughing, all the while face of Rimsha was spining in my head. She finally came to me and said “look at you bilal, you’ve grown up, kiya ab bhi tumhari naak behti hai” and giggled. I was stairing at her for moment and said “kiya hal hai” she wasn’t probably expecting such expression from me and said ,”theek hoon” with my sister pulled her and two young ladies walked away.
The whole day there were guests at our home. I don’t really like noice that much so I was with my friends the whole day, but my mind was thinking something else. A week passed. Uncle Nasir went to live at my phuppi’s house while Qasim uncle stayed at ours. I asked my sister how does Rimsha feel about this marriage, did you tell her that Hameed’s kind of a sentimental and emotional person, who values old tradtions like our grandfather. She said Rimsha has been asking her lots of question about hameed and I don’t think she wants to marry him. Next day, the elders announce that the engagement is next week and Nikah next month. Invitations to relitives had been sent. Both in Pakistan and UK. Within days our house (and we have a big house) turned into a hotel. In each room atleast 15 ppl were sleeping. Since it was a hot July month, some of us were sleeping at the roof.
I had my queen size mattress taken on the roof and was laying their, counting stars in specific area. Suddenly my sister and Rimsha came to me and ordered screw over. “Hey, go sleep down stairs, I’m sharing my mattress with you” I said “power is gone and it’s really hot downstairs, I could sleep in my room but Rimsha can’t take the heat” my sister said” Ok fine, I moved over, cursing at the WAPDA for the loadsheding during summer’s hot nights. Both ladies were talking till late night. Around 3 a.m I woke up to use the restroom. When I came back I saw my sis was laying next to me Rimsha next to her. I looked at Rimsha’s body. He qameez was raised and her silky white stomech and sexy belly was exposed. I sat beside her and put my hand on her stomech. I rubbed very gentally, so as not to wake her up. The I looked at her chest which was going up and down with her breath. I looked at her boobs which were 34d (I later found out) and put my hand on them. Even with bra, they seemed soft as cotten.
I put some pressure on them, then cupped them and placed some kisses. All this while my dick had become hard as rock. I decided to move down. So I put my hands on her thighs. From their I made my way to in between her legs. She wasn’t wearing an underwear. I rubbed my hand on her pussy and felt trimmed hair and probably her clit because right at that moment she turned sideway and I jumped from their to my spot on the mattress and slept. Next morning when I woke up I felt Rimsha was looking at my strangly. We still hadn’t talked alone. So the same afternoon, I was flying kites with my older brother at the roof, since it was cloudy and windy, we didn’t wanna miss that. My brother left saying he had something important to do and I was at the roof alone. Rimsha came, I looked at her, smiled and again focused my eyes on the sky at my kite. “You still fly kites” she said “this is the only thing that hardly anyone quits in Pakistan” I said. She laughed and said “can I hold it” sure I said gave her the thread.
She flew it for a while but lost control and the kite got stuck on somone’s attena. I cut the thread and said it’s ok. We walked near the roof wall looking out side at the field she said “it’s been a 12 years, we used to play on this roof and out on that field. I can’t believe time flies like this. Seems like just yesterday when you were teaching my how to fly kites on this roof 12 years ago”. “Don’t worry, hameed is much batter than me, I’m sure he’ll teach you how to fly one” I said. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, you see I don’t feel comfortable with hameed and I don’t think I can marry him. The other day he told me not to come out of my room when guys are sitting outside” she said. “So, don’t marry him” I replied”. “No you don’t understand. I love this guy in America. He’s Pakistani. Dad found out about it and changed my school, later he convinced his family to come to our house and ask for my hand, but dad refused because Aunti Kulsom (my phupi) asked for my hand for hameed a day earlier.
That’s why as soon as I finished my school he didn’t waste anymore time and got us all here. Now I have to choice but to marry that numnut”. Rimsha said it all at once. For a while I didn’t know what to say. Rimsha was right, I told many times to hameed that shave your beard, stop preaching your opinions on people, get real, you’re an educated man. But no he wouldn’t listen. Now this girl doesn’t wanna get married. “So what do you think” she asked me. “I don’t know, i don’t know what to do, what do you want me to do”, i replied. For a while there was silense “I want to have sex with you” she said. “WHAT” that’s the word that came out of my mouth. I was totally not expecting that from her, but it was exciting for me to have this beauty under me. All these thoughts came into my mind withing seconds. “Why, you don’t like me. Do you think I was sleeping last night, with all of those activities going on my body by none other than my own sweet cousing” she said. For a moment I was quite, and then I said “I have no problem. But why. Rimsha continued “If hameed finds out that I’m not virgin on wedding’s night, he’ll give me divorse.
Don’t ask me why do I think that, beause I know a loser like him has always dreamnt laying a virgin girl” Knowing Hameed, Rimsha was absolutly right, not only he would give her divorse because he wanted a virgin bride but because of the mentality that he has which only seeks purity in women. “But why me, there are so many other guys and our cousin, you could have sex with them” I responed. “Oh, puhleease. Those guys. Even when I smile at them, they go running telling their group that this american girl likes me, ‘cuz she smiled at me. Do you think I would trust them with this big of a secret of mine” she added. She was probably right, I thought to myself, considering the pervert nature of the most of the guys, she was right. “Ok, when” I said boldly. “on the night of Maunaun, when the whole family goes to aunt Kulsom’s house.
Bride must stay at home. All the girls will go but our grandparents will stay back” she said. “Nice plan, I’ll manage to come back home” I said. “You better, if you want the oppertunity of your life” she said and left. Now I was waiting for that specially night. First came the engagment ceromony. 3 hatay baad shadi ke tyarian zoro shor per thi. The weeding preperations had made everyone tired. During these weeks Rimsha and I got lots of moments alone where I kissed her and caressed her boobs. The big night had finally come and the wait was over. The women of the house were getting ready, mehndi was all perpared. At around 7:30 pm they left for my phuppo’s house. No one but Rimsha, couple of kids and my grand parents were at home. Around 9pm I told mom tha I’m going home because I have a terrible headache. She said ok and I ran bakc home. I got home rant the bell. Rimsha opened the door. “dada, dadi?” I aked her “sub so gaye” she replied. I close the door and put on my hand and took her to my bedroom. I layed her on the bed and started kissing her. First I sucked her delicious lips and then I put my toungue in her mouth. After around 10 mins of kissing, I moved to her boobs. She sat up and romoved her kammez. I saw two mealons trappen in a black bra. I cupped them over her bra and she moaned slightly.
Then I took off her bra and her melons fell and bounced once beofre settling back to their orignal position.
My sister told me, “hey bilal, guess what uncle Qasim and Nasir are comming back, to marry off Rimsha”. Rimsha is uncle Qasim’s daughter. They have only two kid. Rimsha and Adil. Adil is 15 while Rimsha is the same age as me, 22. After listening my this pleasent surprise,I got excited. I had a moment of fleshback when, Rimsha, my sis, my phuppi’s son hameed (the guy who Rimsha would arrenge to and then married) and I used to play. When I was 10 years old, uncle Qasim took his family to America. Hammed who was 13, was crying that day. He loved Rimsha, that’s why my phuppi asked her hand in marriage for her son to her brohter Qasim. How could he refuse his younger sister, he said yes. So the month passed and we all went to Islamabad International Airport to revieve our now American reletives. “There, uncle Nasir” my sis yelled. I looked and he was comming with his wife and two kids, both under 10.
Then I spotted a preety young women, with brown cloured shalwar kameez, silky black hair shoulder length, white as snow, walking toward us. I was stairing at that timeless beauty and wished we had a girl like that in our family. Suddenly I saw her talking to uncle Nasir and shock wave stormed into my brains telling me that’s Rimsha. “Oh my gawd, she is beautiful” I thought “curse you Hammed you little basterd” second thought came into my mind. Anways, the moment of reunion came, with ladies crying and men laughing, all the while face of Rimsha was spining in my head. She finally came to me and said “look at you bilal, you’ve grown up, kiya ab bhi tumhari naak behti hai” and giggled. I was stairing at her for moment and said “kiya hal hai” she wasn’t probably expecting such expression from me and said ,”theek hoon” with my sister pulled her and two young ladies walked away.
The whole day there were guests at our home. I don’t really like noice that much so I was with my friends the whole day, but my mind was thinking something else. A week passed. Uncle Nasir went to live at my phuppi’s house while Qasim uncle stayed at ours. I asked my sister how does Rimsha feel about this marriage, did you tell her that Hameed’s kind of a sentimental and emotional person, who values old tradtions like our grandfather. She said Rimsha has been asking her lots of question about hameed and I don’t think she wants to marry him. Next day, the elders announce that the engagement is next week and Nikah next month. Invitations to relitives had been sent. Both in Pakistan and UK. Within days our house (and we have a big house) turned into a hotel. In each room atleast 15 ppl were sleeping. Since it was a hot July month, some of us were sleeping at the roof.
I had my queen size mattress taken on the roof and was laying their, counting stars in specific area. Suddenly my sister and Rimsha came to me and ordered screw over. “Hey, go sleep down stairs, I’m sharing my mattress with you” I said “power is gone and it’s really hot downstairs, I could sleep in my room but Rimsha can’t take the heat” my sister said” Ok fine, I moved over, cursing at the WAPDA for the loadsheding during summer’s hot nights. Both ladies were talking till late night. Around 3 a.m I woke up to use the restroom. When I came back I saw my sis was laying next to me Rimsha next to her. I looked at Rimsha’s body. He qameez was raised and her silky white stomech and sexy belly was exposed. I sat beside her and put my hand on her stomech. I rubbed very gentally, so as not to wake her up. The I looked at her chest which was going up and down with her breath. I looked at her boobs which were 34d (I later found out) and put my hand on them. Even with bra, they seemed soft as cotten.
I put some pressure on them, then cupped them and placed some kisses. All this while my dick had become hard as rock. I decided to move down. So I put my hands on her thighs. From their I made my way to in between her legs. She wasn’t wearing an underwear. I rubbed my hand on her pussy and felt trimmed hair and probably her clit because right at that moment she turned sideway and I jumped from their to my spot on the mattress and slept. Next morning when I woke up I felt Rimsha was looking at my strangly. We still hadn’t talked alone. So the same afternoon, I was flying kites with my older brother at the roof, since it was cloudy and windy, we didn’t wanna miss that. My brother left saying he had something important to do and I was at the roof alone. Rimsha came, I looked at her, smiled and again focused my eyes on the sky at my kite. “You still fly kites” she said “this is the only thing that hardly anyone quits in Pakistan” I said. She laughed and said “can I hold it” sure I said gave her the thread.
She flew it for a while but lost control and the kite got stuck on somone’s attena. I cut the thread and said it’s ok. We walked near the roof wall looking out side at the field she said “it’s been a 12 years, we used to play on this roof and out on that field. I can’t believe time flies like this. Seems like just yesterday when you were teaching my how to fly kites on this roof 12 years ago”. “Don’t worry, hameed is much batter than me, I’m sure he’ll teach you how to fly one” I said. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, you see I don’t feel comfortable with hameed and I don’t think I can marry him. The other day he told me not to come out of my room when guys are sitting outside” she said. “So, don’t marry him” I replied”. “No you don’t understand. I love this guy in America. He’s Pakistani. Dad found out about it and changed my school, later he convinced his family to come to our house and ask for my hand, but dad refused because Aunti Kulsom (my phupi) asked for my hand for hameed a day earlier.
That’s why as soon as I finished my school he didn’t waste anymore time and got us all here. Now I have to choice but to marry that numnut”. Rimsha said it all at once. For a while I didn’t know what to say. Rimsha was right, I told many times to hameed that shave your beard, stop preaching your opinions on people, get real, you’re an educated man. But no he wouldn’t listen. Now this girl doesn’t wanna get married. “So what do you think” she asked me. “I don’t know, i don’t know what to do, what do you want me to do”, i replied. For a while there was silense “I want to have sex with you” she said. “WHAT” that’s the word that came out of my mouth. I was totally not expecting that from her, but it was exciting for me to have this beauty under me. All these thoughts came into my mind withing seconds. “Why, you don’t like me. Do you think I was sleeping last night, with all of those activities going on my body by none other than my own sweet cousing” she said. For a moment I was quite, and then I said “I have no problem. But why. Rimsha continued “If hameed finds out that I’m not virgin on wedding’s night, he’ll give me divorse.
Don’t ask me why do I think that, beause I know a loser like him has always dreamnt laying a virgin girl” Knowing Hameed, Rimsha was absolutly right, not only he would give her divorse because he wanted a virgin bride but because of the mentality that he has which only seeks purity in women. “But why me, there are so many other guys and our cousin, you could have sex with them” I responed. “Oh, puhleease. Those guys. Even when I smile at them, they go running telling their group that this american girl likes me, ‘cuz she smiled at me. Do you think I would trust them with this big of a secret of mine” she added. She was probably right, I thought to myself, considering the pervert nature of the most of the guys, she was right. “Ok, when” I said boldly. “on the night of Maunaun, when the whole family goes to aunt Kulsom’s house.
Bride must stay at home. All the girls will go but our grandparents will stay back” she said. “Nice plan, I’ll manage to come back home” I said. “You better, if you want the oppertunity of your life” she said and left. Now I was waiting for that specially night. First came the engagment ceromony. 3 hatay baad shadi ke tyarian zoro shor per thi. The weeding preperations had made everyone tired. During these weeks Rimsha and I got lots of moments alone where I kissed her and caressed her boobs. The big night had finally come and the wait was over. The women of the house were getting ready, mehndi was all perpared. At around 7:30 pm they left for my phuppo’s house. No one but Rimsha, couple of kids and my grand parents were at home. Around 9pm I told mom tha I’m going home because I have a terrible headache. She said ok and I ran bakc home. I got home rant the bell. Rimsha opened the door. “dada, dadi?” I aked her “sub so gaye” she replied. I close the door and put on my hand and took her to my bedroom. I layed her on the bed and started kissing her. First I sucked her delicious lips and then I put my toungue in her mouth. After around 10 mins of kissing, I moved to her boobs. She sat up and romoved her kammez. I saw two mealons trappen in a black bra. I cupped them over her bra and she moaned slightly.
Then I took off her bra and her melons fell and bounced once beofre settling back to their orignal position.