Incest Jawani Ka Nasha (The intoxication of youth) by naemchohan

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 101

"Next time you come, wear underwear," Nazia said.

I felt a slight blush of embarrassment. "Why?" I asked.

"With a mischievous look," "So your goat doesn't enter someone else's field without permission," she said. Seeing the playful look on her face, I relaxed. I took one last, lingering look at her body.

"When the field is so green, how can the goat be stopped?" I asked.

"Okay," she said. "No more talk. Thanks."

"What a time we live in," I sighed. "People even say 'thanks' as if they are doing you a favor."

"Hmmmmm," she said. Hearing her hum, I took a step toward her. She quickly spoke, "Ama must be about to come. I'll do the rest of the work." She was scared that after all the mischief I had done to her body, I might go too far. I found her nervousness funny and decided it was time to leave. I went outside. I folded my shorts and tucked them under my shirt so the wet spot wouldn't show. Lost in thoughts of Nazia's soft ass, I reached home.

The house was empty. Everyone was in their rooms. I headed to my own room. As I entered, a hot scene awaited me again. Asma and Samina were sleeping on my cot. Samina was lying with her face to the ceiling. Asma’s hand was inside Samina's shirt on her breast. Samina's other breast was also clearly visible through her shirt. A hard nipple gave off a strange, sexy feeling. Asma was lying on her stomach, and her shirt had ridden up over her ass. The shalwar-trapped ass looked almost naked. I was still lost in thoughts of Nazia’s ass, and seeing Asma’s bent-over ass, I felt a wave of lust again. I moved toward their cot, then stopped to think. My shorts were wet in front, so I thought I should take them off first. If Samina or anyone else woke up, it would be difficult to explain. I took off my shorts and put on trousers. I looked at Asma’s ass. The hot sight made me feel a fire burning inside again. I was about to grab Asma’s ass when my cell phone gave a missed call. I looked at the number. It was Noori’s.

I remembered Noori would be waiting for me. She had said she would be alone until the evening. Seeing Noori's call, I skipped the plan to fuck Asma. Asma was at home now. I would take care of Noori first. Thinking this, I went out, and soon I was in front of Noori's house. I pressed the door, but it was already open, so I entered.

Noori was lying on the sofa, half-reclined. Her dupatta was to the side, and her breasts were clearly visible. I stared at her sexy mamme to my heart’s content, and then my eyes went to her face. A sense of relief came over her.

"It took you so long," Noori said cheerfully. "You have very important friends."

Looking into Noori’s eyes, I said, "No, not more important than you."

"Hmmmm," she said. "Doesn't look like it, otherwise you would have stayed with me."

"I have come back to you," I said. "Besides, if I spend too much time with you, your beauty will make me insane." My words made Noori's cheeks turn red with happiness.

"Hmmmmm, stop with the flattery," she said.

"It's not flattery, yaar," I insisted. "It's the truth."

"Okay, baba, sit down now," she said.

"Where should I sit?" I asked. "You're taking up the whole sofa."

"Laughing," "Then sit on the one in front," she said.

"No, yaar," I said. "I want to sit next to you."

"Don't sit too close to a stranger," she said.

"But you are my friend, too," I said. Saying this, I went and stood next to her sofa.

"When did we become friends?" she asked.

"Now," I said.

"Hmmmmm, I don't know," she said, shaking her head. Being so close to Noori, I could see her breasts deep inside her neckline. Noori's mamme looked very soft just by looking at them. Today, I had already grabbed them once. Noori's mamme were extremely sexy for her body type. This time, she wasn't wearing a dupatta. In the pink shirt, her mamme also looked pink.

"It's okay," I said. "We can become friends now."

"Mmmm, let me think," Noori said. Noori remained lying on the sofa. Since she didn't give me a place to sit, I turned back.

"What happened?" Noori asked. "Sit down."

"I will sit if you give me space," I said. Noori folded her knees and told me to sit. I sat down at her feet. I looked at Noori's feet. They were very white and fair. They say a woman's beauty is in her feet, and Noori's feet had won the game. As I sat down, Noori placed her feet on my thigh. At her action, the horny person inside me awoke, and the touch of her feet on my thigh felt sexy.

"So you were saying you have a girlfriend," Noori said mischievously.

"Yes, I have," I said.

"Who is she?" she asked playfully. "What's her name?"

"She's one with fair feet," I said.

"What kind of answer is that?" she said. "Tell me her name." My eyes kept going to her mamme. The way Noori was lying on the sofa, her breasts, raised in the fine shirt, looked very sexy. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. It was risky, but I acted on it. I put both my feet on the sofa and sat facing Noori. In this position, Noori's feet now passed between my feet and were near my dick. Feeling Noori's feet so close to my dick, my dick started to get hard.

"Mmmmm, what's in a name?" I said. "You can call her anything."

"You can't tell a name from feet," she said. Then she said, "You aren't saying this after looking at my feet, are you?" she laughed.

"Why?" I asked. "Are yours fair?"

"Yes, look at these," she said, and lifted one of her feet and brought it in front of my face. I grabbed Noori's fair foot.

"With a grimace," "Your feet are beautiful too, but they're not that fair," I said.

"With fake anger," "Oh, really?" she said. "Have you seen yours?" Hearing her, I lifted my foot and brought it toward her face. My foot was in front of her mamma. I found it a good opportunity and slightly pressed my foot on her mamma. Uffffffffffff, what a wonderful touch those soft mamme had. Even though a foot was touching it, its softness reached my dick, and then my dick gave a strong jerk.

"Look at mine," I said. "Mine are also fair."

"They are less fair than mine," she said.

"Okay, let's agree on that," I said. Saying this, I folded my leg, moved my body a little forward, and my dick touched her feet. My dick had become hard and was pointed upwards. Noori's foot touched a little above my balls. As soon as Noori felt her foot touch my dick, she moved her foot back. I remained silent. I wanted Noori's foot to touch my dick again. Beads of sweat appeared on Noori's face, too. I realized that Noori was also getting hot. Then, while talking, she touched her foot to my dick again. This time, her foot was putting a lot of pressure on my dick. The second time her foot touched my dick, I realized that Noori's pussy was also getting hot with me in this solitude. Her toes were sticking to the bottom of my dick. I also moved my foot and rested it on her sexy thigh. Uffffffffff, my body started to melt.

"Ammi told me to do so many things, and I haven't done a single one," Noori said.

"Tell me," I said. "I'll do them."

"No, yaar," she replied. "They're not things you can do."

"What kind of work is it?" I asked.

"Ammi asked me to cut the vegetables," she said.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked. "I'll do it."

"No, yaar, I'll do it myself," she said. "You just bring the vegetables that are in my room." I didn't want to get up, but I had no choice. I stood up. I didn't remember that my dick was also hard. The moment I stood up, my hard dick became visible through my trousers. I quickly put my hand in my pocket and grabbed my dick. But in that time, Noori had already seen my hard dick. I ignored her and went into the house. I reached Noori's room, and the vegetables were in front of me. I was about to pick up the vegetables and go out when my eyes fell on Noori's clothes hanging on a hanger. Two bras were also hanging there, one skin-colored and one red. I peeked out the door. Noori was in the drawing-room. I quickly grabbed a bra and checked its size. It was a size 32D bra. Waooooo, what a sexy size. This meant Noori's waist was 32, and her cup size was D. I was already hot, and seeing this made me even hotter. I put Noori's bra to my face. Her mamme's scent was coming from it. I kissed her bra and then rubbed it on my dick. For a moment, I wanted to take my dick out and rub it on the bra, but then I thought, when the real thing is in front of you, why would you work with a sample? I took the vegetables and came to the drawing-room. Noori saw the vegetables and said, "Oh, the knife is left behind. Okay, I'll go get it now."

"No," I said. "You sit. I'll get it." Noori stood up and said, "Let's both go." Hearing Noori, I nodded yes, and we both went to the kitchen. Noori looked around, but the knife was not visible.

"Maybe Ammi put it on the shelf," Noori said. Saying this, Noori started reaching for the shelf. The shelf was quite high above her head.

"I can't find it," she said. "I'll have to look up."

"Okay," I said. "I'll lift you up."

"Okay, lift me up then," she said, and stood in front of me, her round ass facing me. I let go of my dick and took my hand out of my pocket. As my dick was freed, it hit right in between Noori's wide hips. Her ass wasn't that big, but for her slim waist, it was quite wide and sexy. Noori also felt the stick touching her ass because she moved forward slightly, but she didn't know which hunter was standing behind her. As she moved forward, I also moved forward and hugged her, as if I was hugging her from behind. My dick slid between her hips and went toward her waist. My hands were on her stomach. I lifted her up, pressing her hard against my dick. Pressing my dick into Noori's ass like this was risky. She might mind. But I knew she wouldn't because a girl calling a boy to her house alone in everyone's absence meant she had a thief in her heart. But the thief in Noori's heart was that she had started to like me, and her eyes had love for me. But I was far from love. I was only thirsty for her body. She looked very beautiful to me. Every part of her was intoxicating. I had never seen such a sexy and full body. A sexy ass and long breasts on such a slim waist. I lifted Noori, rubbing my dick against her.

"Stop," Noori said. "That's enough." Then she started searching for the knife on the top. My lips were touching her sexy waist. I was breathing in the scent of her sexy body.

"A little to the right," Noori said. I moved her to the right while holding her.

"Did you find it?" I asked.

"Yes, I found it," she said. "Now put me down." Now it was time to grab her breasts on some pretext, and how could I miss this opportunity? I loosened my arms, and her body slid down. The moment her feet touched the ground, her mamme stopped right above my hands, and the bottom of her breasts touched my hands. I didn't remember that Noori was tall. Otherwise, her mamme would have come fully into my hands. But I was an expert hunter. I moved my hands up, rubbed them on her breasts, and pulled them from her armpits. My dick was again pressed between her hips. She ignored my dick and went out, and we came back to the drawing-room.

Noori started cutting vegetables.

"Teach me too," I said.

"Why?" she asked. "What will you do by learning? Your wife will do all this."

"I don't know when my wife will come," I said. "But I have to learn now." Noori heard me, gave me the knife, and said, "Here, cut."

"Not like this," I said. "You teach me."

"How will I teach you?" she asked.

"Come here behind me," I said.

"But there's no space behind you," she said.

"Okay," I said. "I'll come in front of you." We were sitting on the sofa. I moved the vegetables to the side, turned my back to her, and sat between her legs.

"Now hold my hands and teach me," I said. Hearing me, Noori started to laugh loudly.

"Oh, my God," she said. "You are very naughty." Saying this, she came close to me, and her soft mamme started hitting my back. She held my hands with her soft hands, and then we started cutting vegetables. I felt her mamme on my back a lot, and we cut all the vegetables like this. As soon as we finished, Noori said, "Are you happy now?"

"Yes, very happy," I said.

"Mmmmm," she said. "I'm tired now."

"Come on," I said. "I'll press your arms."

"No, yaar," she said. "You'll say I make you do a lot of work."

"What's in it for work?" I asked. "Come on, lie down, I'll press them."

"Surprised," "Really?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "Why?"

"I said it jokingly," Noori said. But I got down from the sofa and stood up.

"Come on," I said. "I'll do it jokingly." Saying this, I grabbed her shoulder and made her lie on the sofa.

"With wide eyes," "Oh, my God," she said. "Boys just need an excuse to touch girls."

"With fake anger," "Okay," I said. "I'll let it be. I was saying it with love, and you misunderstood." Noori looked back at me. I was standing with a grimace.

"Oh, you're angry," Noori said. "Okay, sorry, press them now."

"Shaking my head," "No," I said. Hearing me, Noori laughed and punched my stomach.

"Now will you press them, or should I?" she asked.

"What will you press?" I asked. Hearing me, her eyes suddenly fell on my dick. She said playfully, "Anything."

"Anything what?" I asked.

"Your head," she said. "Come on, press them now." This time, I looked at her breasts in front of me and said, "Tell me what to press." Noori laughed a little and said, "Arms, what else is there to press?"

"There's a lot more to press," I said.

"Leave the rest," she said. "Press my head." Then she put one hand on her shoulder in a very sexy way, massaged it, and said, "Uffff, I'm very tired." My eyes were wide open, staring at her mamme, which were very visible from her hand on her shoulder. I grabbed her soft shoulder and started to massage it. I was standing on her head side, from where her bra and the trapped mamme inside were clearly visible. I started to massage her soft arms and mamme. Noori lay there intoxicated.

"Okay," Noori said. "That's enough."

"Come on," I said. "I'll teach you a breathing exercise, yoga style."

"I don't want to do this yoga stuff," Noori said.

"It's very easy," I said. "You just try it once."

"Hmmmm," she said. "How do I do it?"

"You stand up and come here to me," I said. Noori got up with great grace and said, "Oh, my God, this boy will drive me crazy." Then she came and stood in front of me. I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her so her ass faced me. And then what? My dick was ecstatic. I immediately pressed my dick into her hips, grabbed both her hands, hugged her, and placed her hands on her mamme. Now, Noori's hands were on her mamme, and my hands were on top of them.

"Uffff," Noori said. "What kind of rubbish yoga is this?"

"Just wait and see how much fun it is," I said. "Now, breathe in." Noori breathed in, her mamme came out, and my dick started to pound.

"Now, you have to jerk your hands out from under my hands and spread your wings," I said. "Then slowly breathe out." Hearing me, Noori stopped for a moment, and in the next moment, she pulled her hands from under mine, and I squeezed her hard, tight, soft mamme with all my might. Uffffffffffffffff, what pleasure it was. It was so much fun to press my dick into Noori's hot ass and then squeeze her masterpiece mamme. Noori breathed out, and her mamme became soft and sank into my hands. Noori's mamme were not fitting in my hands. How could a cruel D cup size fit in a hand?

"Oh, my God, what a dirty exercise," Noori said.

"How is it dirty?" I asked.

"Playfully," "Uff, I don't know," she said. I had not let go of her mamme.

"Do it again," I said. Hearing me, Noori put her hands on her mamme again, and I squeezed her mamme a lot under the pretext of yoga.

"Was it fun?" I asked.

"Hmmmm, a little bit," she said. "Come on, let's stop now." Then we sat down and started talking. After that, we didn't have much fun, and I came back home. A lot of time had passed, and it was about to be evening. As soon as I reached home, Asma and Samina surrounded me.

"Where do you disappear all day?" Asma asked.

"Looks like you found someone new outside," Samina said.

"Why do you go sniffing outside?" Asma said. "When you have us?"

"No, yaar," I said. "I had some work."

"What's this on your trousers?" Asma asked. I looked and saw some marks on my trousers. They were from the drops of fluid that had come out of my dick while having fun with Noori. Anyway, I got away with great difficulty. Then, after having dinner in the evening, I watched TV for a while and came to my room. After a while, Samina also came to the room. As soon as she came to the room, she lay on top of me and, pulling my dick, said, "Give me this dick of yours. I'm craving it a lot today." Then she started rubbing her pussy hard on my dick. My dick started to get hard. Seeing my dick get hard, Samina got down and said, "If you want my pussy, come to our room after a while..."