Rizwan and his family moved into the house next door when we were both ten years old and we’ve been best friends ever since. I’ve always thought that we were like mirror images: we sort of look the same, he have one older brother and a younger behan, I have three younger behans; we have normal, boring parents our houses look alike, a pair of large, , two-story homes in the middle of a crowded street in one of Karachi mohalla.

But if we are mirror images, Rizwan is the real one; I’m the reflection. He leads, I follow. He seems to speed through life without effort; I can only plod along behind him at my own pace. While this is true about everything we do, it’s especially true when it comes to women – he is more experienced than I’ll ever be. We’re 26 years old but Rizwan is like a wise and dirty old man. He’s always telling me stories and giving me advice.

Sometimes he even lets me watch when he is choding some call girls which he brings at home. There’s a large window in my bedroom, which is on the top floor of my house; by coincidence it is exactly opposite to the window in Rizwan’s bedroom next door. When we were kids we discovered that, due to the shape of our houses and the distance between them, nobody else could see into our windows, either from the ground or from any other window. It was a secret connection between us, and it was pretty cool when we were kids; when we grew up, it was Rizwan’s idea to leave his curtains open and his lights on when he had a girl in his room. It didn’t happen that often, since it was usually hard for him to sneak a girl into his house, but when Rizwan would tell me that the possibilities were good, that night I would be in my room, lights out, sitting by my window, watching.

A few weeks ago, as I was getting ready for bed, I realized that this hadn’t happened in a long time. I thought that maybe we had forgotten about our arrangement; Rizwan hadn’t mentioned it lately, and I hadn’t asked. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had looked out my window, I almost always keep my shades down. So that night, just for the hell of it, I pulled up my shades. Rizwan’s curtains were open and his lights were on. He was with a girl. They were both naked. He was sitting on his bed and the girl was sucking his lun. So Rizwan hadn’t forgotten about our windows. But why didn’t he say anything to me? His curtains would be closed if he didn’t want me to watch. Did he want me to discover this on my own? I wondered what he was up to. The girl took Rizwan’s lun out of her mouth and stood up.

That’s when I saw her face – it was Beena, Rizwan’s behan. Holy shit. He was having sex with his behan. And he wanted me to see it? I’ve always considered Beena to be pretty hot; I also considered her to be off limits, being Rizwan’s behan. How’s that for irony? She has long hair, a thin waist, and rather big breasts. She’s good friends with my behan Rehana. I wondered if Rehana knew anything about this. I wondered how long it had been going on. I wondered why, dammit, why was he having sex with his behan? It was completely unexpected. Beena climbed onto the bed, on her elbows and knees, her ass in the air.

She was looking at the window, her face resting against the mattress, almost looking straight at me, but my room was dark, she couldn’t see me. Rizwan stood up behind her and slowly eased his lun into her pussy. Beena closed her eyes and arched her back, her mumay brushing against the sheets. “What are you doing?” I jumped. It was Rehana, standing in my doorway. I had forgotten to close my door. “Uhh,” I said, like an idiot. My behan must have passed my room on her way from the bathroom; she was wearing a long shirt, ready for bed. “What are you watching?” she asked, walking into my room. I should have pulled down the shades then. I could have easily pulled them down before my behan saw anything. I didn’t. I’m not sure why.

Rehana stood next to me by the window. “Oh, it’s Rizwan,” she said, not impressed. “He’s such a handsome.” She laughed and poked me in the shoulder. “He opens his curtains so you can watch? That is so sick!” Then she looked closer. “Wait – that’s Beena! He’s chodinghis behan!” “Sshhh,” I said, but there was no way our parents could hear us; their bedroom was downstairs on the other side of the house. “What the hell are they doing?” she said. “How can they do that?” I shrugged in the dark. “I don’t know.” “How long has this been going on?” “I don’t know! This is the first time I’ve seen them do it,” I said. “It’s disgusting,” she said. But she didn’t leave; she just stood beside me, watching. Rizwan was getting into a rhythm, one foot on the bed, the other on the floor, pausing before each thrust, his lun nudging against her pussy, then sliding it in, burying his lun, and then slowly inching it out. Beena gripped the side of the bed, throwing her head back with each stroke, her body shuddering, looking like she was holding back a scream as her brother slowly fucked her. “How can they do that?” Rehana said quietly. Rizwan suddenly pulled out and flipped Beena onto her back. She smiled as Rizwan stretched himself over her and kissed her. He kissed Beena’s breasts, holding them in his hands, squeezing them together. She wrapped her legs around Rizwan’s back as he sucked her nipples. “It’s so sick,” my behan said.

Rizwan sat up, his hands on Beena’s knees, holding her legs open. He said something to her, his lun bobbing over her pussy. Beena had a blush that was creeping down her chest. Rizwan kept talking to her, pushing her legs wider, running his fingers along the inside of her thighs. Beena answered him, nodding her head, biting her lip. Finally Rizwan stuck his lun into her pussy. Beena opened her mouth wide; Rizwan clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her scream, and he didn’t miss a beat, his hips thrusting faster and harder than before. “I suppose this is turning you on,” my behan said. I looked at her in the dim light; Everything suddenly clicked into focus. I was standing beside my behan. I was wearing only my shalwar. She was wearing shalwar kamiz We were watching a brother and behan having sex. And my behan was touching her jism with mine. My cute behan, her face lit by the glow next door, her body inches away from me. My garam behan, , excited by what she was seeing. I knew what was going to happen. Was this what she wanted? Was this what I wanted? I felt like it was all out of my control. She leaned against me. I could feel the heat coming off her body. Her eyes never left the window. I put my arm around her waist. She melted against me, both of us facing the window, She rubbed her body against the hard lun in my shalwar. “Look at Beena,” Rehana whispered. Beena had her legs wide, her arms over her head as Rizwan humped her. “Look at how much she likes it.” Beena was thrashing under Rizwan’s body, a look of wild pleasure on her face. “She’s such a kangri.” I slid my hand on her choot and pressed down. She moaned, her body shaking.

I open her nara and her shalwar fell down I was rubbing her choot , I could feel how wet she was i took off her kamiz. I cupped one of her breasts. She leaned back into me. Her body was so warm. She reached into my shalwar. I felt her hand wrap around my lun. I slipped my hand into her phudi. My fingers circled her pussy as she stroked my lun. “Maybe she’s always wanted to fuck her brother,” my behan said. Rehana leaned forward, put her elbows on the window sill. I dropped my shalwar. She spread her legs. I had to lift her off the floor to reach her pussy. She propped her knee on the dresser next to the window. I held her other leg. She was spread wide open, suspended over the floor. Her whole body was vibrating. I slid my lun into her pussy. She was tight and wet. Finely I sank my lun all the way in my behan`s kanwar choot, filling her pussy. It felt incredible, my lun throbbing in my behan’s pussy, my hands holding her body. Rehana was breathing hard, fogging up the window, but I could still see out, I could see Rizwan choding his behan. He was going fast, pounding into Beena; I was going slow, I fucked Rehana gently, with long smooth strokes, her pussy squeezing my lun. Suddenly Rizwan sat up, his lun in his fist; he came all over Beena, spraying her breasts and her gasping face. I went on, thrusting into my behan, going a little faster now, rocking her against the window.

I watched Rizwan and Beena; she was licking come from her face, he was feeding it to her with his fingers. The pressure was building, I was going faster, Rehana was moaning, she was getting hotter, wetter, and I couldn’t last much longer. I saw Rizwan get up and walk to his door; he peered out his window, as if he was checking up on me, then he turned off his lights. The darkness hit us and I exploded, I pulled out of Rehana and shot my load, my lun pumping over her back. Rehana’s hand flew to her pussy, bringing herself off, and I put my hand to her pussy too, our fingers slipping over each other, her pussy overflowing, her body squirming in my arms, a scream in her throat, until it was finally over, and she settled down, relaxed. I set Rehana down on the floor. She was panting, still bent over against the window. I took an old shirt of mine from the floor and wiped off her back. Her breathing slowed. She gathered her shirt and panties and stood up. “This never happened,” she said, her back to me. “Just…never mention it, ok?” She walked halfway to the door, then stopped and walked back. She stood in front of me in the dark, touched my face, and lightly kissed me. “It was pretty good though,” she whispered, and she left. It was a long night.

I replayed what happened over and over in my head, but I couldn’t understand it. I had to agree with Rehana – it was pretty good. But what had we done? Was it a huge mistake? How would this work out? I didn’t know how things would go from here. I figured I would just have to talk to Rizwan. The next morning Rehana wouldn’t even look at me; she quickly finished her breakfast and left early for collage. I had some time before I had to leave for work, so I waited for Rizwan outside his house. He acted normal as he came out; I acted normal as I greeted him. Everything was perfectly normal – except for the bizarre secret that both of us held. Rizwan washing his car that morning. I hung out with him , looking around, making sure nobody could hear us. I was also trying to decide what to say. Finally I just blurted out a question. “How long have you been chodingyour behan?” “Aha!” he said, pointing his finger at me and grinning. “You finally saw us. Took you long enough. We’ve been doing it for a week or so.” “And you wanted me to see it?” Rizwan laughed. “Why not? I told Beena that you’re the only one who can see in my window. She gets really excited thinking you might be watching.” “But why are you having sex with your behan? How did it start?” “I don’t know – it just happened. We were home alone one night. One thing led to another. And man, let me tell you, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.” I sighed; I knew what he meant. “Hey, don’t tell me you don’t approve,” Rizwan said, misunderstanding my reaction. “We’re just having fun. It might be immoral, but that’s a lot of bullshit anyway. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing.” “I just don’t know what to think,” I told him. He shrugged and went back to working on his car. “My behan saw you too,” I finally said. “No way! What did she say?” “It wasn’t so much what she said.” And I told him about last night. “”It wasn’t my idea. It was Rehana’s. I think.” “How was it? Was it good?” I thought about last night, as I held her off the floor, as I slipped my lun inside her, as I made love to my behan. “It was unbelievable,” I said. “Oh man, I have to tell Beena.” “No, no, no, no,” I said. “No way. Rehana will kill me.” “Hey – don’t worry.

Whatever she said last night, she’ll want to do it again. She’ll be back in your room tonight, I’m sure of it. Have your lights on and your shades up. Tell her that you told me all about it, and that I told Beena, and that we’re watching from our window. You’ll see – she’ll be all over you.” It was all true, everything he said – how does he know these things? I didn’t see Rehana that afternoon, and she avoided me all evening; later that night she slipped into my bedroom. I was sitting on my bed with the lights on; she saw the shades up in the window, and she understood. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning against my door; then she took off her kamiz and shalwar. She was completely nangi. She was so beautiful. She came up to me and sat in my lap, straddling me. “Let them watch,” she said in my ear. We kissed, our first real kiss.

She worked off my shalwar kamiz as our tongues slid together. I leaned back as she lowered herself onto my lun. She rode me, her hands against my chest, bouncing up and down on my bed. I touched her stomach, her breasts, her face, amazed by my behan, wondering why I had never noticed how truly beautiful she was. She never looked at the window while we were doing it; I looked at it once, but I could only see my reflection, and the reflection of my behan on top of me. We were in our own world, a timeless world, her body endlessly moving over mine. Eventually she started coming, started squealing, started bouncing faster, and I tried to hold on, my lun sliding in and out of her gushing pussy, holding back until she was finished, but it went on and on, she was coming over and over. Just when I couldn’t take any more she jumped off me, put her lips around my lun; I came immediately, flooding her mouth, her tongue milking me, draining me, and she swallowed every drop.

I rolled my behan onto her back and opened her legs, licking the juices from her pussy. She whimpered as she came once more. “This is really strange, isn’t it?” I asked her afterwards. We were lying on my bed; the lights were still on, I was too tired to get up.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Rehana answered. “I had a long talk with Beena today. She kept telling me there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. I’m sure that’s what her brother told her.” She turned to me and said, “I swear, Rizwan is a bad influence on some people.” Some nights it’s Rizwan and Beena with their lights on, other nights it’s Rehana and me. It’s been going on like that for some time now. The sex has been incredible, but I’m still not sure how things will work out. I mean, what about the future? We can’t keep doing this forever. I don’t know – maybe Rizwan will think of something.