Fucking Sexy Alia

During the year school would remain close 8 months out of the 9 months it was suppose to be open. Sometime its strike for pay rise, sometime it is riots other times its flood or something. As a result I ended spending more time at Fathers cycle repair shop. Instead of learning maths and physics I was learning how to mend tubes and change paddles.

Father was worried and wrote a letter to younger brother, Hamesh in city to take me in. One early autumn morning I was standing in that Great City railway central junction far from my village, with a bundle of clothes and a letter of introduction. Hamesh took me to take me home. His home was the main floor and a barsati on the roof with stairs going up from the goat shed.

He said since I was only other male in the house I should live in the barsati roof so I could have privacy from the females who lived below. He had 6 daughers and the a sister. His sisters name was Quimka. I suprised in the village no one knew he had a sister, she his rakhi sister. It seemed at that time his only third daughter Alia was at home who made me comfortable and gave me lunch.

She seemed 15 with an impish smile. Anyway I was introduced as a brother who will stay here from now on. After a month I got into routine of things. He was a proud owner of 15 rickshaws. Besides attending high school I would be his chief mechanic in my spare time. It was my duty to keep his rickshaws in road worthy condition.

My job started at 5:30 in the morning, getting those wheels ready to hit the road. That is it, only once a day job. Hamesh had lot of scars on his body and face. His face was roguishly handsome. Tall, muscular and had this just-taken-a-bath fresh look. He told me that when he came he had get into a lot of fights and spend time in jail as his landlord and landlady were killed in front of him.

He took revenge and after that he had to clear the basti of bhai's and other small time crooks. Later I learned that Hamesh didnot take hefta, weekly take, from the shop keeper and businessmen for maintaining rule of law in the basti. It is said the women in basti called Hamesh their collective husband. He was a part bad guy, a part good guy and a full time women s man.

Women came to him, to please him to ask him for small favours or just for fun. One day about a month after I joined him, early in the morning in railway yard where all the rickshaws puller would regularly assemble in wee hours of morning to chat, have tea and take any instructions from Hamesh.

I heard Rann bhai one of Hamesh rickshaw puller, telling the gathered assembly how yesterday morning when he was taking pleasure with his elder one, ass fucking his daughter, the niegbour journalist caught him on his camera. Daughter was very frightened that if anybody should see those pictures, nobody will marry her. She pleaded with Rann to get those pictures back.

So Rann took a big stick (Rann said almost as big as his cock, others said almost as big as his mouth, they chuckled) and went to his neighbour journalist home and demolished their kitchen. He warned the terrified journalist wife to tell her husband to hand over all the pictures and negative including the camera by noon today and by evening he must leave that place forever.

Otherwise he will tell his friends and they would come rape all the women folk, break the bones of each menfolk and burn that house. Much before noon the journalist neighbor was pleading with Rann to spare his families life. He gave Rann the camera, pictures and negative and promised to leave town before dusk.

Proudly Rann took the camera,pictures and negatives home to his elder daughter. So happy she was to burn those pictures that instead of her gand that afternoon she offered her pussy for his pleasure. It seems it was after a long time that she allowed him to fuck her pussy since that rental tenant lady incident. At this point the entire assembly of rickshaw pullers laughed.

Rann said he happily pounded her pussy several times last night silently thanking the neighbor for his luck. Hamesh was not happy, he said if his cock was inside his daughters pussy all night long who will go earn money for him. The rest of rickshaw wallas booed him. There so much laughter and mirth. I could feel the strong brotherly feeling amongst them.

But I was shocked at how easily Rann had talked about such a taboo thing like as if he was talking about the weather. Confused I went back home, thinking whom could I talk to about this, maybe the city had different morals than village I need to flow with moment. In the way I met with Ghambir chacha. he was there in the morning smoking his hukka.

I told him about my confusion. He said simply said " Beta poor people do not have time for fancy middle class values and taboos, here it is survival of the fittest. These girls are bred to give pleasure. Today they give pleasure to one man tomorrow to some one other man, yesterday they gave pleasure to men in thier own family.

There are no lover labels for those that are and were bred for pleasure, they know their roles in life. in return they expect protection and a chance to survive in this severe age of high prices and expenses, nobody has time for spirituality or morality" He paused to puff on his pipe "Besides who is a bad man.

Would you call him a bad man, who helped a child left to die, abounded, or lost child in railway station or roadside who were destined for brothels, men took them home give them a hot meal and shelter from the elements, so what if she lets him fuck him in return, she anyway was made for pleasure and her whole she will be fucked by lots of people,

why not let the person who rescued them from cruel faith have the first enjoyment of their delicate bodies. In most of the homes in the basti you will see father or brother's fucking daughter or sister, it is just give and take at work here. Women were born for pleasure so why not start with men who will always be besides you in in trouble even if later they will have thier own wives,

who have also in turn have a brother or somebody fucking her from before marriage and is willing to take care of her unconditionally if the marriage breaks up or take care of her husbands if he beats her. Sex creates unbreakable bonds. An these poor girl learn that well. Girls are happy even if they are sucking thier fathers cock at night or thier brother is fucking her ass in the day,

she is still better off, they r not crying out rape to society that doesnot care about them anyway. Look at Hamesh's sister Quimka, he picked her up from a railtrack seconds away before a oncoming train was about to crush her to death. She didnot want to live but look at her now she is happy" Take what I get, this was what I learned this morning.

I was getting ready for school. Down below the family in going ahead with its daily chores. I saw Alia,15 Hamesh's third daughter taking clothes for washing on the semi enclosed washing area. I watched her do this for the last two weeks. She knew at this time I am at my room getting ready for school. As usual, she kept the bucket under the tap and waited it for it to fill up with water.

She was wearing a faded blue colour salwar with little silver stars on them and old T shirt. She look around, she couldnot see me becasue of the relection on the glass window. She sat back quickly drew her legs apart, there was a hole in the center of her salwar. She put her hand inside the slawar and began to rub her pussy.

She would quickly put her gown to cover her hand and hide behind the wall. But I could see her from my vintage point, her eyes were close, her fair hands were moving up and down quickly inside that hole in her salwar, taking pleasure with herself. Seeing this I couldnot help but start taking pleasure myself. I began stroking my cock too.

She was in her most private moment and I didnot want to miss out of that. As usual at this point I would fall on my bed dreaming of opening the window and called out her name and telling her to close the water tap. Then I would like to dream that she would open her eyes, looked at me,

surprised and embarrassed and would quickly withdrew her hands from that hole in her salwar and closed the water tap. Then she would give me a big guilty smile. Hers eyes twinkled, long hair falling on her chiseled sharp beautiful face. I stood up on the window,opened my fly and quickly showed her my 100% made of steel hard cock.

I made a hand gesture pointing out that this cock is for your pleasure too. She looked jaw dropped with wide eyes. I smiled at her and send her a flying kiss. She send one in return too. At this point my hand would full of my cum, I would wash up and go to school. After school I was riding my bike home when I saw Aila coming down the road from her school.

I was happy to know her school finished at the same time as mine. I stopped and offered her a ride home. She refused look right through me as if I didnot exist. I reminded her the I am her brother and live in the same house, there is nothing for people to say. She considered this information and told me that it was Ramu kaka duty to pick her up.

At that very moment Ramu kaka appeared as if by magic in his rickshaw. Ramu kaka commended me for looking out for my sister. That made me feel good. After that day, I would stand with her everyday after school. After a week came the rainy season. We were silently standing, she frosty and I trying to make small conversation.

I was smelling the beatiful strong scent of her hair oil. It began to drizzle. So whipped out my umberalla and offered to her. She was glad to take it and mentioned o me that I could stand besides her after she doesnot have any dreadful diase but I could catch one getting wet in the rain. I thumped my chest as said" I a farmer at heart.

Rain is God's gift to us farmers, we became stronger not weaker by bounties of this rain" Brave dialogue indeed but she was not moved. Later that week, one evening at home, before dinner, it was my duty to teach Maila, the youngest 10 yr daughter, maths. We were sitting in the covered courtyard. In a distance we could see planes land and take off thunderously.

It began to rain heavily. Maila jumped up happily pointing at the rain "Look..Gods gift to farmers" She thumped her chest and continued "Farmers became stronger due to the bounties of this rain" She did a quick twirl. Those were my words, how did she know? Suddenly there was a girl's loud giggle from the window behind me. I turned and quickly looked inside the window,

there was no one there, but I could smell that same hair oil as Aila's. I asked Maila who has been telling her all this stuff. She told me that Aila didi would tell them everything I had said and done with all details and they sisters would all have a good laugh. That made me smile inwardly, I knew the day is not far when my cock will be pounding her soft and juicy pussy,

tearing her pussy apart till she begged to be my slave. That was going to be much sooner then I could have guessed that rainy evening. " Arre yaar it has only gone in one inch, please" It has a windy night I was disturbed by planes taking off or landing. They seemed lower then usual. As I walked the terrace, I heard rustle of clothese below and whisper of low voices.

In the light of on coming plane, I saw it was Ramu kaka fucking Umika in her arse. His cock was just inside her. He parted her fair arse cheek and began filling her up slowly, inch by inch. In the corner my eyes I caught a movement. It was Alia, she was also watching them from her balcony. She opened her legs and put her hands inside her slawar and watched intently.

From where I was I couldnot watch them so instead I looked at her. She couldnot see me above her in the roof. Below Ramu Kak was going grunting and Umika was going "uuffff.." He put his hand beloe her blouse. He was now really pounding her arse. The sound of air coming out of her arse like a punctured tube come up to me.

I could Alia moving her hands insie slawar faster as Ramu kaka increased to and fro speed. He was a gaint ansd she was petite. Quickly he turned around and she rushed her mouth forward to drink his cum. She kept on sucking his cock till he was hard again. She laid back, opened her leg wide open and guided him.

Due to the high wind the flap on top of the yard filled up the hole through which I was looking. I looked towards Alia but she ws gone. Next day, Alia was afraid to go to the maths tuition alone. She wanted me to come and side bysides with the maths teacher. Not he was strict or anything, but that he had a history of having his way with his girl students or he would fail them.

I told her that I break his bones if he even touched her. She said that will amount no good, he would still fail her. Then I said if tries to fails you I will rape his wife and daughter. She said that still didnot matter for all you know he might be already in bed with his daughters too, she added drily she didnot know I was that kind of person.

I told her that my maths knowledge is superior I could teach her that stuff for free. She thought about and agreed and said that would our secret for she would still pretend to go maths tuition. I said so do you get to keep the tuition fees or do we return the money, what do I get for all troubles?

She said in sweetest voice I ever heard "my dear prince in ruturn I will do belly danceing for you. You have never seen and I do very well". Just to get her slip in my room was enough for me, so I agreed. The came a shocker she said during the maths class she will go to see her boy friend and she will come to my room in the morning to do maths homework. I agreed.

I was visibly very upset to know that she had a boyfreind. I recalled those words that daughter will go outside if they donot find love inside the home. In return for pleasure girls feel security of strong man shoulder. Even though that strong shoulder is attached to a strong pensis that is probeing the interiors of her vagina.

As people age some people became more sexually active then they were in thier youths. That was how Ramu kaka was. He was called the fucking machine. People feared to make him thier enemies. He only needed an excuse to fuck thier women before he spared them. I was sitting depressed in the shop. At that time of the night he sitting in the corner and drinking alone.

He asked me what was eating me. So I told him the whole stroy with Aila. He proposed that I have sex with her at once. Otherwise that boy freind will steal the pleasure and leave her with his baby. Boys in this area do not marry girls who fuck around. That will be the end of her. The only way for me to save her is to have sex with her immediatly.

Once I do it to her, she will come back for more and the she will forget her boyfreind and homes presitige will remain intact. His logic seemed to make sense to me. He advised me to do in the shit hole and very gently with a lot of cream so that it does not pain her at all.

She must like it. I never thought the Ramu kaka might have been joking and that he was drunk. I was really sold on that logic of his. Next morning he could not recall a single word he had told me. By then it was too late for me.

The End