I am Salim, working as a salesman in a shop in cloth market in Meerut in UP. I have been working for the past ten 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 get an occasional bonus for my work.

Our family is fairly well off and comparatively less conservative than many 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 the burqa system for our women. My father was against it, 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 a 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 long 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 their voices when Amir and Shazia had heated arguments.

Shazia bhabhi (my 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, had well kept thick hair and was 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.

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

Ours is a dilapidated building in old Township of Meerut. We had a common connecting door. The door had seen better days and had 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 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 a 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 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 were 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 the market for shopping or to park etcetera. (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 a 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 for a third day. He lay in bed when Mumtaz came to see him. He pretended to have 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.

My brother pretended as if he was giving her a lesson in the education of human bodies. He told her there was nothing wrong in her touching his erect cock. He removed the sheet that covered him and raised his lungi up. His hard, white, long, erect cock stood up glistening in the light. He took her hand and placed it on his cock and said, “Don’t hesitate dear. This is a man’s penis. See how it feels. Feel it. Don’t worry, nothing will happen. You must know all these things. Parents don’t tell such things to their children and they don’t teach all these things in school. But rest assured, I shall explain all these things to you.”

Mumtaz felt reassured. She hesitatingly touched Ijaz’s cock and rolled her fingers around it. Ijaz was hot. However, he was shrewd enough to know not to hurry and create panic in Mumtaz’s mind. He said, “This is called penis. A woman has pussy and a man has penis. Do you understand?”

Mumtaz dumbly nodded her head. She was utterly confused and did not know what to say. She had never talked of such things with anyone including her mother and friends. She was told never to talk about such things. She simply looked at Ijaz blankly. Ijaz made her take her hand away from his penis and said, “Don’t worry about this. I am your sincere friend and well wisher. I would never cause you any problem. You do not talk about such things with anyone except the one whom you trust absolutely. Do you trust me completely?”

Mumtaz dumbly nodded her head again. There were tears in her eyes. She said, “Ijaz bhai (bhai, bhaiya are synonyms of brother), I trust you more than anybody else. I know you will never break my trust.”

Ijaz pulled her closer affectionately and kissed her on her forehead and said, “I will never break your trust.” Then with a deep breath he said, “I will not do anything until you want me to. I would like to teach you all those things, which parents do not teach children. But I am your close friend and senior one. I shall do nothing to cause you any anxiety. I will not touch you if you have any objection. There is no hurry. Go back and think over. A girl must understand all these things.”

Mumtaz felt at ease. Ijaz did not compel her to do anything. That relieved a lot of her stress. He did not force anything on her. She was then relaxed. She smiled and went back to Ijaz’s legs and took his cock in her hands. She lovingly rubbed the cock up and down with a ring of her fingers. She saw liquid oozing out of his cock and looked at it with surprise. Then she looked at Ijaz for an explanation.

“Oh you silly girl! Don’t be surprised. This is my juice coming out because of my excitement at your touching my cock. When a girl touches a boy’s penis such juice oozes out. Even a girl’s juice also oozes out of her pussy, when she is excited. See you have touched my cock. You are also excited. Your juice also must be oozing out of your pussy. You can check if I am right or wrong.”

Mumtaz was shocked. How can Ijaz say this with so much confidence about her pussy oozing out juices? Her hand instinctively reached between her legs. She knew immediately that her pussy was not just oozing but flowing out stream of juices. She thought she must get up and leave. She was reluctant. She wanted to stay and feel Ijaz’s cock. That was the first penis of any adult male, she had ever seen. She wanted to massage it. She secretly hoped that Ijaz would touch her secret parts and feel her. However, she was grossly confused. She had to go home and think.

She stood up uncertainly. She said, “Ijaz bhaiya, thanks for your help. I must leave now.”

Ijaz knew that this was just the beginning and haste makes waste. He knew that Mumtaz was in his grip and would be his one day. It is better late than never.

Sitting on my bed, I just felt so let down. I wanted my brother to seduce Mumtaz. I felt like having glass of water snatched away from my thirsty lips. However, I really appreciated the sophisticated and professional approach of my brother in the art of seduction of females. His strategy of giving long rope to his mates enabled him to disown any liability because it was not his initiative but the girl’s. He was street smart. I wished I was half as bold and flamboyant as my brother was.

It must be about three days later that I saw another incident that considerably enhanced my respect for Ijaz’s professionalism in the art of seduction. It was in the late evening. I was lying in my bed ready to fall asleep. We all had dinner and Shazia bhabhi went upstairs. I could hear Amir bhai snoring soon after he hit the bed. Shazia bhabhi must be trying to wake up Amir bhai. There were some heated voices from the room above. Soon after, I saw Shazia bhabhi rushing down the stairs and passing through the balcony in front of my room. I knew that Amir and Shazia bhabhi had a hot argument as usual.

I opened my door and looked out for her.

She stood in a corner of our rather long balcony. She was weeping. As soon as she saw me walking towards her, she stretched her arms and took me in them. My face was right on top of her breasts. I could easily suck her boobs. My head was level with her generous breasts. I could feel the firmness of her globes. I looked up at her and asked her, “Bhabhi ji, why are you crying? Why Amir bhaiya fights with you? Did he beat you?”

She pulled me still closer. True, I was in my adolescence at sixteen, and even in those days, boys of my age had hard-on, knew about girls and masturbated seeing porn secretly and peeking on couples or naked girls whenever situation arose. I nuzzled my mouth on her protruding breasts to feel her boobs.

I had always fancied feeling any girl’s or woman’s breasts. I did grab one of my cousin’s boobs once when we were playing “I catch you, you catch me” game in nearby park. When I caught her or she caught me, she kept rubbing her body on mine. I knew it was deliberate. I could not take my eyes away from her swollen chest. Once, when nobody could see us, I could not control myself. I instinctively caught her and grabbed both her boobs in my hands and squeezed them. I remembered how both she and I were breathing hard. She did not push me away or tried to move away. I had her boobs in my hands for a few seconds. I ran away when I heard someone closing in on us.

Shazia bhabhi looked at me and asked, “Are feeling good? Want to feel them more?” For a few moments I could not understand her meaning. I then realized, she was referring to my nuzzling my head on her breasts.

I was confused and shocked. I did not know what to say. I looked blankly at her. She said, “Young boy! Do you feel nice touching them? Do you want to feel them more?”

I simply nodded my head. When she herself proposed it, I did not see any reason not to feel hear breasts. She caught my hand. We moved into a corner, where we could not be seen. She slowly removed her covering cloth to expose her generous cleavage. My eyes bulged in amazement as I saw a part of her ample breasts. She took my hand and placed it on her blouse. She was fully dressed. She had simply removed the “Chunni”, a loose thin cloth women use to cover their breasts. I grabbed projected portion on her blouse under which lay her sumptuous breasts. I did not have the opportunity to feel her skin. However, for me the experience was heavenly.

I was in clouds squeezing her breasts in silence for some time; when suddenly I heard a sound of someone coming. It was my elder brother Ijaz. I moved away from Shzia bhabhi. She tidied herself by the time Ijaz bhaiya appeared on the scene.

I slipped away silently to my room, leaving Ijaz with his elder bhabhi. I could hear their talk faintly. Ijaz bhai must have seen tears in Shzia bhabhi’s eyes. He asked her what the matter was. She explained that Amir bhai and she had a quarrel on personal matters. They talked for about five minutes, after which, I saw them going into Ijaz’s room. This was good for me. I could not only hear what they talked but could see most of the things.

Ijaz made Shazia sit on a sofa and sat by her side. Shazia bhabhi was emotional and when Ijaz urged her to talk, she was eager to unload her tale of woes. “It is as usual, Ijaz bhai. Your brother came at 11 pm. Is it time for a gentleman to come home to his wife?” asked Shazia bhabhi. Ijaz dutifully agreed that it wasn’t.

“But why? What did he say was the reason for his late coming?” asked Ijaz hesitatingly.

“I don’t know really. He said he had too much work, as usual. But tell me Ijaz bhai, is this the way to treat your wife? He rarely gives me time. Your brother was never with me fully, even for one night, since we are married. I don’t know if he has any affair in his office,” rued Shazia bhabhi with tears rolling down her eyes. Ijaz moved near Shazia bhabhi and picked up a napkin in his hand to wipe tears of Shazia’s eyes.

Ijaz said sympathetically, “Bhabhi, bhai is very lucky to have you as his wife. Every man would love to have a wife like you, believe me.” I knew sitting in the dark room that my brother was spinning a web around his bhabhi and she was glad to get trapped into it.

Really, Ijaz? Do you really think so? Do you think I am a good wife?” asked Shazia, knowing well the answer.

“Bhabhi, promise me that if I tell you the truth, you won’t mind,” said Ijaz.

“What are you saying Ijaz. I will definitely not mind. Tell me,” said bhabhi, keen to know what Ijaz would say.

Ijaz had all the sincerity that he could command in his voice. He said, “Bhabhi, If you will not mind, may I say that you are very beautiful? I don’t know if I should say this or not. You are my elder brother’s wife, but you look stunning. You look ten years younger than your age.”

Shazia bhabhi was agog with awe at the praise she got from her younger brother in law. She exclaimed, “Ijaz, I hope you are not pulling my leg, are you? I think you are just flattering me.” Shazia inched closer to Ijaz, holding his hands in her. She was quite touched at the praise of her beauty from a smart guy like Ijaz.

Ijaz saw his chance with his beautiful bhabhi, who he knew was starved of male company. “No bhabhi. I am telling you the truth.” Ijaz saw his bhabhi’s eyes popping out to hear what she wanted to hear for a long time from a young male. Ijaz had the right opportunity. The iron was hot. He had just to hit the hammer.

“Bhabhi, how I would wish, I was in place Amir bhai. I am sorry Bhabhi for saying that. Please forgive me. I should not have said that,” said Ijaz expressing his sorrow.

Shazia was swept away by the way Ijaz expressed his admiration for her. She immediately squeezed Ijaz’s hands and said, “Ijaz, don’t feel sorry. You have only expressed your emotions. I have not felt bad. On the contrary, I am thankful to you for appreciating my beauty.”

Bhabhi was silent for a while. She asked after a halt of a few seconds, “Tell me bhaiya, what is that you have found so good in me?” 

Ijaz surveyed his bhabhi carefully, from top to toe. Shazia was blushing seeing her younger brother in law looking her over like that. She was breathless. Eager to know what Ijaz would say next. Ijaz moved very close to his bahbhi and holding both her hands, he whispered into her ears, “Bhabhi, you are not beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman, I have ever seen. And that includes those actresses on the TV and in cinema, who put on mounds of makeup to look good. Each and every part of your body is beautiful. If I was in place of Amir bhai, I would not have let you sleep early even a single night of our marriage. Then you would not have been rushing down the steps complaining apathy. You would probably rush down complaining about my not letting you sleep,” Ijazz said looking mischievously at his bhabhi.

Shazia was completely bowled by Ijaz’s flattery. She went intimately close to Ijaz. I could see her breathing hard. Even I could feel blood rushing in my veins. The atmosphere in both the rooms was sexually charged. She said, “Do you really mean it? You are so handsome yourself. Do you think I look attractive?”

Ijaz saw his chance to put the final nail in the coffin, “Attractive? Bhabhi, you are a sex bomb. Your chest, you slim waist, your gorgeous back side, your juicy lips, your thick and long hair, your beautiful eyes and everything else about you is sexy. Looking at you I am on fire. Any man worth his salt would like to, you know what I mean?” Ijaz completed with lust mixed with mischief in his eyes.

Shazia bhabhi must have been soaked between her legs at that time. She had never had any one praising her sex appeal so profusely. She was offended by the apathy of her husband and wanted to make him pay for it.

She said, “Yes, Ijaz, I am mature enough to know what you mean. “ She moved so close to Ijaz that she was almost in his lap. She said, “Ijaz, do not hesitate to ask anything of me. When I say anything, I mean anything, you want of me. Do not feel that I am your bhabhi and therefore you have less right over me.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on Ijaz’s door. Someone was at the door. Shazia quickly got up. She moved away from Ijaz and sat on another sofa.

It was my eldest brother Amir, who came to check, where his wife was. Amir bhai entered Ijaz’s room and saw Shazia and Ijaz talking. He said hello to Ijaz and came in front of his wife and said, “Sorry dear, I was rather nasty with you. Please forgive me and come up.”

I saw Shazia bhabhi and Amir bhaiya going up to their bedroom.

I was sad that this story too was cut short before developing fully. However, I was hopeful that the relationship, which just commenced would flourish and blossom one day into interesting situation; which I hoped I would get to witness.

These incidents happened just before Ijaz was married. Because of Ijaz’s personality, girls got attracted to Ijaz like moths are attracted to light. Of course, he had free access to the houses in our vicinity because of his generous nature. Ijaz was also very subtle and suave in his approach to girls and women. He made them feel safe in his presence. Most of the time, the sexual initiative came from girl or woman and therefore none could accuse him of being vagabond. I witnessed that some days later.

We had a maid of about nineteen years. She had just got married with a boy in our area. She started working in our house to get some extra money for sustenance. Her husband was jobless and drunkard. He had no money to maintain his wife. He would come home drunk and beat her up for money. He would lie on the bed and start snoring before long.

We called her Meher. She had the vibrancy of youth and after marriage, had just learned what it was to enjoy sex. She was barely 19. In spite of all her problems, she always smiled. She was very charming and sexy. When she walked, her ass wiggled sexily. She had full buttocks which easily attracted attention of hungry male eyes. Her breasts stood out prominently. The chunny she wore highlighted her breasts rather than hide them. She did not have means to wear proper clothes. Her blouse was worn out and revealed her pin up breasts.

The first instance of my noticing her sexual need was when one day, she came to Ijaz’s room to sweep and swab the floor. Ijaz was sitting on his bed wearing a lungi (lungi is a simple cloth wrapped around and tied to the waist. I doubted if he had anything underneath). I was asleep. It was afternoon. She came in and switched off the fan in Ijaz’s room to sweep the floor with a broom. She sat on her legs folding her knees on the floor, rolling her flowing skirt up her thighs, so she could properly sit on her toes. Because of her worn out blouse and no bra (she had some worn out cloth in place of bra), not only her cleavage but her big spherical globes were prominently visible. Her shapely exposed thighs were enticing.

I was sure Ijaz sitting up on the bed could see her breasts as well as her erect nipples from the vantage position he had at that time.

I saw Ijaz cranking his neck out of the edge of the bed to look at the girl’s big cleavage. The maid saw my brother watching her breasts and thighs from above the bed. She smiled at him. She asked, “What are you watching brother?”

Ijaz replied boldly, “Something very tempting.”

She asked in return smiling mischievously, “Oh! Is it tempting enough? So you are temped, are you?”

“Very much,” replied my brother.

“Ugh! So what are you going to do about it?” asked the maid, again her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Well, what do you think I could do?” asked my brother throwing a question back at her.

“Uh...” The maid simply shook her head without answering. She got up and walked provocatively out of the door to bring back a pail with water and a mop dipped inside to swab the floor. I almost came in my shorts, looking at her provocatively wiggling her buttocks for the benefit of my brother.

“What do you mean by Uh...?” asked Ijaz.

“Why should I answer your question?” The maid asked. She winked at my brother as she got up to leave.

“I answered all your questions. So you must answer mine,” replied Ijaz.

Meher thought about it for some seconds and said, “Well, you are independent. You could do what you please.”

“And you would not object? Even if it involves you?” asked Ijaz.

“Well, as long as you don’t hurt me, why should I object?” I thought that was as good as an invitation to my brother.

Ijaz moved swiftly to encircle the maid in his arms. He held her tightly. Meher tried to struggle. However, her efforts were too weak to be effective. She stopped resisting. Ijaz placed his hands on her blouse and squeezed hard. She gave out a low volume shriek and pushed my brother’s hand away from her blouse. Her face was red. She was blushing profusely. She looked into my brother’s eyes and asked, “Ok, playboy, what do you want?”

Ijaz simply looked straight into her eyes and said, “I want you.”

“Oh! So you want me, play boy? I am not that easy to get.”

“Oh! So tell me how I will get you?” asked Ijaz.

“Wait for the right time,” said Meher laughing and slipped away from the clutches of my brother and ran away outside his room. I was mesmerized by this encounter.

As she ran outside, I silently came out of my room and followed her. She looked back and saw me following her. She stopped. Her cheeks were dark red. She was quite flustered. Her blushing was not yet over. She looked at me and asked, “Why are you following me?”

She was aware of my hungry stares. She smiled as she looked at me. She had relaxed a bit after the encounter with Ijaz. She was looking at me as if she wanted to convey that she would consider me, when I grew up to be a big young man.

I thought she was starved for sex. She perhaps did not get it from her husband. She therefore craved for male love and affection outside. I doubted if she even knew that her eyes revealed her innate desire to be loved.

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.