My name is Ghazal Afsar. I don’t usually brag about myself, but those who see me, especially my husband, say I’m a stunning woman. I’m 26 years old, fair-skinned, 5 feet 6 inches tall, with a figure of 34-28-36 that turns heads. My big eyes and pink lips add to my charm. At 21, I got engaged, and five years later, at 26, I got married and moved to my husband’s house.
This story is from when my marriage was just six months old. I was thrilled with my sasural and my husband. In my sasural, we were six people living in a big house—my husband Afsar, my saas, sasur, one devar Sarwar, and one nand Naz. My devar and nand were still unmarried. My husband Afsar, 30 years old, is a gem. He loves me deeply and takes care of me in every way. Afsar is a decent, reserved guy.
But my 25-year-old devar Sarwar was the complete opposite—naughty, jolly, and carefree. I liked him from the moment I saw him. Maybe because he always teased me, and I loved laughing at his jokes. At night, Afsar would read the newspaper or a book and head to our bedroom early, while I stayed up late in the drawing room, chatting with Sarwar and his 23-year-old sister Naz.
Naz was a delicate, gorgeous girl. Tall like her brothers at 5 feet 7 inches, her figure of 32-26-34 was breathtaking. Her face was so beautiful that it was hard to look away. As I mentioned, I really liked Sarwar. I enjoyed his teasing, especially when he started playful “hands-on” jokes, which made it even more fun. I felt lucky in my sasural—my saas, sasur, devar, and nand Naz were all so close to me. We shared a pure, loving bond.
Afsar treated me like a perfect husband, but when it came to sex, he saw it as a duty. During sex, he’d just strip, kiss, lick, shove his cock in, finish, and sleep. But when my friends shared their married life experiences, I realized their husbands fucked them in exciting, passionate ways. Listening to them, I only wished Afsar would fuck me like that too.
My sasural family was rich and modern, with a lifestyle far different from our middle-class one. I realized this after moving in. Unlike my brothers, my devar Sarwar often wore shorts at home. At first, it felt odd since I wasn’t used to such an open vibe. But over time, I got comfortable. When Sarwar sat on the sofa in shorts watching TV, I’d sometimes catch a glimpse of his cock peeking out from the hem. The first time I saw it, I was so shy and nervous, I sweated bullets, feeling like I’d committed a sin. But since Sarwar casually wore shorts around his mom and sister, it was normal for them. So, I got used to it too. Soon, I started sneaking peeks at his big cock through his shorts, and damn, it felt thrilling.
Once, I got a chance to spy on Sarwar bathing through the bathroom ventilator. It was too high to see his lower body, but his broad, muscular bare chest drove me wild. Truth be told, I was crazy about Sarwar. Deep down, I wished I could fuck him. His tool had set my body on fire, but I didn’t have the guts to act on it.
They say where there’s a will, there’s a way. And that’s exactly what happened. Our family often went on weekly outings. This time, Afsar planned a trip to a farmhouse called Planter in Damloti, Karachi, to spend the night there. That afternoon, our sasural family and some relatives reached the place together. The farmhouse was surrounded by trees, flowers, and greenery—probably why it was named Planter. I’d never seen such a beautiful place. It felt amazing to be there. Everyone, likely visiting for the first time, was enjoying the monsoon vibe at the farmhouse.
That evening, we decided to swim in the farmhouse’s pool. Afsar, Sarwar, and the other guys wore shorts or shalwar-pajamas, while me, Naz, and the other women jumped in wearing shalwar-kameez. We were all splashing water, having fun. The pool water was so clear, everything was visible. Afsar left after a bit to chat with his parents, while Sarwar was teaching Naz to swim, holding her hands and guiding her to move her arms and legs on the water’s surface. I was lost in my thoughts, playing with the kids and relatives in the water.
While playing, my eyes accidentally landed on Sarwar’s lower body in his shorts. I was shocked—his cock was fully erect, straining against the fabric. It was evening, and the light was dim, but I could still see his cock throbbing in his shorts. I was stunned because Sarwar wasn’t teaching some random girl or cousin—he was with his own sister, Naz. How could his cock be hard because of her?
“Maybe I’m mistaken,” I told myself. But my heart wouldn’t buy it, so I dove underwater a couple of times to get a closer look. It confirmed what I saw—his cock was nestled between Naz’s legs as he taught her to swim. My shock doubled when I noticed Naz, thinking no one was watching, slip her hand underwater and briefly grab her brother’s cock over his shorts before letting go. I was floored. How could a brother and sister do such things? I’d never imagined such a sacred bond could be tainted like this. A strange fear gripped my heart.
As the evening darkened, everyone got out of the pool. After dinner, we all sat chatting, but my mind was stuck on Sarwar and Naz’s moment. I noticed they weren’t with us. Curious, I got up from the dining table without saying anything to check where they’d gone. In the TV lounge, I asked a kid playing video games where Sarwar was. He pointed outside, saying Sarwar went that way with Naz apa. I tiptoed in that direction, determined to see what they were up to. It was dark, but the park lights gave some visibility.
Barefoot, I reached the cluster of trees where I suspected they’d be. Peering through the dense foliage, I finally spotted them behind a big tree, clinging to each other. Their lips were locked, passionately kissing. I stood silently behind a tree, watching the brother and sister suck and lick each other’s lips, my shock growing. They kissed for a long time.
After a while, Sarwar said to Naz, “Let’s go back. Sleep with me tonight.” Naz, worried, replied, “Bhai, the whole family is here. What if someone sees us? It’ll be a disaster.” Sarwar reassured her, “Everyone’s tired from the day’s fun. They’ll sleep soundly. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” Naz went quiet. I stayed hidden behind the tree, letting them leave first. After they left, I returned to my room.
That night, with limited bedrooms, me, Afsar, Sarwar, and Naz had to sleep on mattresses in the hall. Everyone else went to their rooms. I lay next to Afsar, while Sarwar and Naz took separate mattresses at the other end of the hall. Afsar fell asleep quickly, but my eyes and ears were glued to the other corner. The hall was pitch dark, so I could only make out that they were lying close together, shifting occasionally. I couldn’t be sure what they were doing.
Sleep was miles away from my eyes. The image of the siblings fooling around kept replaying in my mind, making me both shocked and horny. I tried cuddling Afsar a couple of times, but he was lost in deep sleep. I stayed awake all night, restless.
Before that day, I’d thought of getting Naz married to my brother. But now, I changed my mind—no way that was happening. The next day, we all returned home. Back home, Sarwar and Naz acted normal with each other. Slowly, I started feeling normal too, but my obsession with watching them didn’t fade. Since seeing their act with my own eyes, I kept thinking—if someone can do this with their own sister, why not with their bhabhi?
I was always on their tail, hoping to catch them clearly. Despite seeing everything, I still doubted if it was just playful teasing and they hadn’t crossed the final line. To clear this doubt, I tried hard to catch them red-handed again, but no luck. Then, one day, my chance came.
Afsar had gone out of town with his parents for some work, planning to return the next day. That night, me, Naz, and Sarwar were in the drawing room watching an Indian movie—an Emraan Hashmi flick full of steamy, sexy scenes. While watching, I glanced at Sarwar and saw his cock rock-hard in his shorts. I kept an eye on both Naz and Sarwar while pretending to watch the movie. I noticed them exchanging looks during the hot scenes, like they were signaling something secretly. I knew they were planning some naughty fun tonight.
I left the movie halfway, yawning, and said, “I’m sleepy, going to bed.” I went to my room, lay on the bed, tossing and turning, thinking I’d definitely catch them tonight. The movie’s faint sound reached my ears, and when it finally stopped, I crept toward the drawing room. The light was on, but they were gone. I quietly checked Naz’s room—door closed, dead silent. They weren’t there either.
Tiptoeing to Sarwar’s room, I saw light spilling out. I was sure they were inside. I lightly touched the closed door, and by sheer luck, it was unlocked—probably forgotten in their haste. A curtain hung in front of Sarwar’s door. I gently lifted it and saw Naz, stark naked, sprawled on the bed, with Sarwar on top, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Naz had her legs wrapped around his waist, and they were kissing passionately while she matched his thrusts from below.
In the room’s full light, Naz’s body was a sight—way more tempting than mine. Her smooth, fair skin and perky tits glowed. Sarwar’s cock, buried in his sister’s pussy, looked massive and thick from afar. Seeing their fuck session made my pussy soak. It was my first time watching a young guy and girl fuck live, and they were siblings. I was getting hornier by the second, dying to join them. I wanted Sarwar to fuck me, but I didn’t want to throw myself at him like a slut.
I stood outside, hidden behind the curtain. The hall was dark, so they didn’t sense me. Their hot, wild fucking had my pussy dripping, and my patience was running out. Unable to wait, I flung the curtain aside and stormed in, saying, “What the hell is going on, Naz?”
Seeing me, their bodies froze. Both naked on the bed, they stared at me with scared eyes. I faked anger and said, “Aren’t you ashamed? Doing such filthy things together. Wait till I tell your mom, dad, and brother how dirty you two are.”
As I turned to leave, Naz jumped up, rushed to me, and clung to my chest, crying, “Bhabhi, we made a mistake. Please, please don’t tell anyone.” Tears streamed down her face. Seeing her cry, I acted like I was softening, hugged her tighter, kissed her forehead, and said, “Okay, Naz, this stays a secret. Don’t worry.”
Just then, Sarwar, still naked, came up behind me and hugged me, saying, “Thank you, bhabhi, you’re amazing.” I was sandwiched between the naked siblings, and their warm bodies felt incredible. I didn’t want them to let go. Looking into Naz’s eyes, I said, “My sweet girl, I can’t see you both upset.” But they still seemed unsure if I meant it.
Sarwar’s hug from behind meant his cock, wet from his sister’s pussy, was brushing between my thighs, touching my pussy through my shalwar. Feeling his cock so close drove me wild, and my eyes started closing from the pleasure. Naz, standing right in front of me, noticed my state and gave Sarwar a knowing look.
Before I could process it, Sarwar pulled me into his arms, turning me toward him. I melted like a doll in his grip. When my tits pressed against his bare, strong chest, it felt like my nipples hardened even through my kameez and bra. Sarwar locked his lips on mine, and it was like my soul left my body. Meanwhile, Naz climbed back onto the bed. Seeing her, Sarwar lifted me in his strong arms and laid me next to Naz on the bed.
I lay beside Naz, and Sarwar snuggled up behind me, his cock poking my ass cheeks. Naz leaned forward, took my lips in hers, and showered them with kisses. It was my first time kissing a woman, and it set my body on fire. Naz and I got lost in kissing, while Sarwar’s cock kept jabbing my ass from behind. Feeling it, I quickly lay flat on the bed.
As soon as I did, Sarwar climbed over me and started kissing me wildly. Naz began caressing my body, and I was overjoyed—my fantasy was coming true. I wrapped my arms around Sarwar, and he pulled my kameez up, exposing my bra-clad tits to the siblings for the first time. Seeing us lost in each other, Naz reached forward, untied my shalwar’s drawstring, and slid it off. I stayed silent. Sarwar kept sucking my lips, and I sucked his.
After removing my shalwar, Naz pushed Sarwar off me, making him lie beside me on the bed. She came between my legs and started licking my pussy. I was stunned, thinking these two must do all kinds of sex. Afsar never even touched my pussy beyond sticking his cock in. A sweet, gorgeous girl like Naz licking my pussy sent me over the edge. Meanwhile, Sarwar, lying next to me, began sucking my tits. Their lips on my pussy and tits were setting my body ablaze.
After a bit, Sarwar pushed Naz aside and positioned himself between my legs. Naz lay beside me, stroking my tits and kissing my lips. Naz’s licking had left my pussy soaking wet. Sarwar placed his cock at my pussy’s entrance and started pushing it in. That cock—the one I’d dreamed of, the one I’d sneakily stared at in his shorts—was now entering me. I’d seen it before, a massive 7-inch, 2-inch-thick beast.
As Sarwar slid his cock into my pussy, I let out a loud moan, “Aahhh!” Hearing me, Naz climbed over me, kissed my lips, and said, “Bhai, go slow, bhabhi’s in pain.” Sarwar paused briefly and slowed down. I wondered how a delicate girl like Naz could handle such a huge cock. It was fully inside now, and I was going mad with joy. What a cock, what a young, mind-blowing fuck! I was losing it, thinking this is real sex.
Sarwar pushed Naz off me and took my lips, thrusting his cock in and out, “Thap-thap-thap!” Naz, lying beside me, caressed my tits with her soft hands. Sarwar’s cock was tearing my pussy apart, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I’d never done this with Afsar. Sarwar’s iron-strong body had engulfed me, his cock pounding with powerful thrusts, “Fuck… harder, Sarwar… aahhh!”
Naz slid between my legs again, licking my pussy and her brother’s cock at the same time. That moment felt like paradise. I held Sarwar tightly with my legs and arms, feeling his cock in my soul, heart, mind, and pussy. I sucked his lips fiercely, seeing endless love for me in his lustful eyes. Sarwar rose higher, slamming into me, my body writhing in ecstasy.
His cock was buried deep in my pussy, shaking every inch of it, “Oohhh… uuhhh… fuck me!” Naz’s tongue added a wild thrill to my pussy. I forgot who I was—just a girl savoring the ultimate pleasure of sex for the first time. I swore I’d never let Sarwar go. He got off me, stood on the floor, and pulled me to the bed’s edge. Lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he bent over and fucked me hard, “Thap-thap-thap!”
I was learning what powerful sex with a devar like Sarwar felt like. Naz saw my raised legs, got off the bed, and sat on the floor. She moved between Sarwar’s legs, reaching under my ass to lick my asshole, “Aahhh… Naz… ohhh!” I was dying from the intensity of pleasure—every part of me was being worshipped. The siblings seemed determined to make me their confidante, and I was soaking in this new style of sex.
Sarwar unleashed some earth-shattering thrusts, “Fuck… take it, bhabhi!” I was close to cumming. He kept saying, “Bhabhi jaan, you’ve made me your slave.” His words made me ecstatic—the man I was crazy for was crazy for me too. Truth was, these siblings had made me their slave.
Soon, Sarwar started cumming inside me, his release so intense it felt like he was bathing my pussy with his cum. Feeling his hot load, I came too, harder than ever, like it was my first orgasm. My body shook with violent spasms, as if all my juices were drained. That night, the three of us stayed naked till morning. Sarwar fucked Naz again in front of me.
Now, every day of my life is filled with joy. The kind of “sasural love” I found here is probably unmatched for any other bahu in the world.
What about you? Have you ever experienced such sasural love? Share your thoughts in the comments!