Shanu's Wedding Pt. 01

Shaad kissed his sister repeatedly like a small child who needs fatherly love after taking a fall.

Sameena was not surprised when her brother lifted her in his arms still impaled on his barely softened monstrosity of a penis and climbed up on the bed until they both were resting on the pillows. He slowly pulled out of his sister's overflowing cunt making her wince. Shaad held his sister in his arms who held him back in her arms.

"Shaad Bhai, aapkaa lund abhee bhee bhooka hai," Sameena kissed her older brother's nose on its tip.

"Meenu, meray lund ko ub tumhaari gaand maarnee hai."

Sameena giggled like a happy little girl. She knew how much her brother loved to torture her ass with his monster. She was aware of the time and she was wise to the fact, with long experience that her brother could not be satisfied with her ass in the time left before dinner.

"Bhaiyaa, abhee hamaaray paas time nahin hai. Main dinner kay baad raat ko aapkay suite may aa jaaooingee. I plan to work from home tomorrow. Mujhay aap saree raat torture kar sakatay hain."

Shaad gleefully kissed his younger sister, "I too have no appointment until afternoon. How much time do we have before dinner?"

Sameena kissed his older brother, who fathered her during her growing years, like a naughty schoolboy, "Time enough for one quick fuck. You have to promise me it will be a quick one."

Shaad smiled enigmatically in reply and rolled his sister on her back. He soon covered her voluptuous body with his huge heavy frame. His rampant monster cock poised at the soft, fluffy, wet entrance of her cunt.

Sameena sighed with happiness and love and kissed her brother as she felt him thrust his mammoth penis steadily inside her cum filled tender cunt.

Chapter 3 Shahnaz and Akbar

Around the time Gulnaz was immersing herself in the bath waiting for her father's call and Shahabad was walking purposefully towards his sister's suite. About the same time in another suite a young beautiful woman stood brushing her hair after taking a shower. Shahnaz or Shanu, the younger daughter of Akbar and Gulnaz, looked ravishingly beautiful despite a frown on her forehead. She had inherited the same wavy dark, long and thick hair that her mother had. Her face was as beautiful as her mother's and there were enough hints of features that she must have inherited from her father. Her full mouth always hinted a smile about to break on her lovely face. Her exquisitely beautiful nose could hold anyone's admiration for hours.

She was slightly taller than her mother and stood at about five foot and seven inches. She was full in body as her mother. Her eyes sparkled as her light brown pupils glinted with every change in her mood. Her large soft heavy breasts belied her young years and promised to grow heavier once she chose to procreate. Her rounded waist curved in and then flared most enticingly into full rounded bottom. The crack of her bottom separated into two upward curves on either side below which her thighs matched the fullness of her ass and her legs carried the same healthy curves to her beautiful calves and very pretty toed feet.

Shanu's large breasts drooped ever so slightly with their weight and angled slightly outwards giving her a womanly allure. Her smooth tummy moved down to a sharp line of rich curly pubic hair which triangled down to cover her soft, thick pussy lips and moved as the tip of a triangle towards her anus but stopped well short finishing at the lower corner of vaginal opening.

Shahnaz was breath takingly beautiful and was only vaguely aware of her own beauty. Her's was the type of beauty that calmed your senses and made one believe that nature does create perfection and also gives grace, generosity and loving disposition to boot. Shahnaz was the dream child of any parents.

As Shanu brushed her hair now ever so slightly impatiently her face radiated more beauty than was fair for one human being to posses. Her large, full breasts danced with every bold stroke of her brush.

Suddenly Shanu stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Her whole face seemed to smile including her beautiful nose. Her one hand dropped towards her mount and she winced in discomfort, as her hand seemed to touch her cunt lips covered with lush curly soft bush. She relived the most important day of her life, which was only yesterday. Her smile became more beatific as her mind replayed the whole event in most minute details.

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Shahnaz and her family had an early dinner with their guests who then planned to go to city for night clubbing. Despite their entreaties Shahnaz chose to spend the evening with her father and mother.

They all changed into informal comfortable wears and collected in one of the main living rooms. Gulnaz lit the fire as the evening chill took hold of the house. Gulnaz was wearing a loose kaftan, as was Shahnaz.

Gulnaz sat her beautiful daughter down and brushed her lovely hair all the while ignoring her false complaints that she was hurting her daughter.

Akbar walked in as his lovely wife and equally beautiful daughter pretended to crib against each other. He was as tall and of replica build as his twin brother and the fact that he was clean-shaven made him look different. He stationed himself on the other side of the huge living room and opened the book he was trying to finish for a week. He was soon engrossed in the book and failed to realise that his lovely daughter had snuggled up to him.

Shahnaz lifted her father's arm and buried her face in his chest, "Daddy, I need some serious advice from you."

Shanu always called him daddy when in public and during serious or formal discussion. She addressed him as abba or abbu when in private or when she was being impulsive ad impatient with her father.

Akbar closed the book with his index finger as the bookmark. He kissed his daughter on her cheek and smiled, "Do you think your daddy has enough intelligence to match yours?" he laughed when Shanu punched him with her tiny fist in his belly in response.

"I am serious Abbu. Mummy please ask Daddy to behave," wailed Shanu.

Gulnaz by now was busy with her needlework and looked up with a happy smile, "You should, by now, be able to make your dad behave without crying for help. I could control my father from my teenage years."

Akbar groaned melodramatically, "Gul sweetie you are supposed to support your husband and not these hell raiser of a daughters."

Gulnaz waved her hand and drew herself from father-daughter discussion.

Akbar lovingly stroked his daughter's head brushing any errant wavy locks, which flew everywhere as if a breeze was blowing through the living room.

He waited patiently until Shanu whispered into his chest, "I need time to marshal my thoughts. You can read your book in the mean time."

This was unusual but Akbar knew better than to probe. His wife and daughter both would only talk when they wished. He opened and read his book. Shahnaz rubbed her face on her father's hairy chest. His kurta was unbuttoned. He felt her tiny beautiful hand on his chest as she played with the hair absentmindedly.

Akbar read on and time passed. In another half an hour Gulnaz decided to get up after yawning twice. She brought a soft cashmere blanket and covered her husband and daughter, "It seems you daughter may keep you up with whatever she wants to discuss. If very late please sleep I guest bedroom. I am getting up early to go to city for shopping. Shanu, can I convince you to accompany me?" Shanu shook her head as her hand rubbed her father's chest.

Gulnaz bent down to kiss her daughter on her cheek and kissed her husband on lips and bid goodnight to both.

Akbar felt emotional as his daughter clung to him as she did when very young. She would go away and belong to some other man and his family. Akbar felt an irrational irritation that his daughter would not be his and his alone in a month's time.

"Abbu, do you want a scotch?" Shanu looked and kissed him as he frowned without being aware, "do not worry I am not going to ask for any money," she teased her father, " you can stop frowning."

Akbar smiled and kissed his daughter and held her tight for few moments, "With two rocks, please."

Shanu got up and stretched her arms well over her head before setting off towards the bar. Akbar became acutely aware of his daughter's maturing feminity as she filled the loose kaftan effortlessly with her womanly attributes. 'She is as beautiful as her mother,' Akbar thought.

Shanu came back with a large and overgenerous helping of single malt with two rocks for him and one for herself. Their children were brought up as free spirits but were taught to respect boundaries and be self-reliant.

Shanu eased herself back into the crook of her father's arm. They silently enjoyed twenty-five years old scotch in small sips. Shanu's tiny hand continuously played with her father's chest hair. She curled then on her finger and then softly stretch them straight with utmost concentration.

They both finished their drinks rather quickly. Without another word being shared Shanu got up again and took her father's glass and came back with fresh drinks.

Akbar had by now stretched his legs over the divan.

Shanu lifted her father's arms after proffering him his drink and settled down with her face on his belly. Her hand soon found her earlier preoccupation.

"Daddy, I am still a virgin, you know?"

Akbar sipped his scotch as if it was day-to-day conversation, "No I did not, sweetheart. I thought these days you kids were free of physical hang-ups."

" Abbu," Shanu drew Abbu long to show her impatience, "What if I was waiting for someone perfect and special. I could never collect enough courage to approach and that never just happened."

"Now you are going to have one. You do love Muntasir," Akbar persisted rationally, "You two can share all you experiences together."

" Daddy, what am I supposed to do to be good with him?" Shanu looked up at her father who finished his drink.

Shanu quickly got up and took his glass and rushed to freshen it up. Soon she was safely ensconsed in her father's lap after she handed him his scotch filled crystal tumbler.

" Shanu, should you not have talked to mummy about all this?" Akbar took refuge in the obvious.

Shahnaz again looked up and grabbed a tuft of her father's chest hair to emphasise her point, " I did. Mum says to talk to you. She said you can tell me from man's perspective in more detail than she can."

Akbar fumbled as his daughter's head was now resting in his lap and he suddenly noticed that he was getting stiffer without realising.

"I could try Shanu. But it is hard for dads to discuss these things with their sweet daughters."

"Oh, come on! Abbu, you could not be so bashful to discuss what is obvious we all will do and indulge in freely."

"Shanu, is there no friend of yours who is close and you like him enough to share it with him and see it for yourself," Akbar was progressive father and had no concern regarding premarital sex.

Shahnaz shook her head her cheek resting on her father's lap making him uncomfortable, "You are right dad. I need to experience it for myself. Sadly I missed my boat."

"Shanu, please. You did say that there was someone. If he is in states we can arrange a discrete flight for you or for him. If he is amenable that is." Akbar had simple solutions for all convoluted problems. He believed if you love or like a person half the problem is solved in any situation.

Shanu sighed and lifted herself up. She sat in her father's lap and put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck smelling his familiar cologne, "Abbu, he is not in states. Daddy I am sorry to have troubled you."

Akbar held his daughter close with love and kissed her forehead, "Is that person known to us? I am sorry I did not mean to pry. You do not have to tell me if you do not wish. I desperately want to set it right for you."

"I love you so much. There is no father on this earth who would not have told his daughter off for being so obscene," Shanu kissed her father on his mouth twice before she buried her face again in his chest her fingers toying with his chest hair, "What if I do tell you and it offends you. You may hate for rest of my life. Do I have your promise that you will forgive me and forget this conversation forever?"

"I will never hate you for anything, Shanu," Akbar's voice choked, "There is nothing you can do to make me love you any less as my daughter. Nothing and nobody can change that. Please remember this for all times to come. I will rather die than see my love for you diminish for any reason."

"I am sorry abbu. Really sorry. Please forgive me," Shanu held her father's face in her tiny hands and kissed him repeatedly as a taken of her apology. Her eyes were shiny with tears she held back.

Both father and daughter tightened their arms around each other and let time drift s they both clung to their love they had for each other.

After a long time Akbar gulped his scotch down and to lighten the mood teased Shanu, "Hey bartender, if you want any tip please fill my and my lovely daughter's glasses promptly."

"Right away sir," Shanu laughed. She soon returned with generous helping for her father and a modest one for herself.

They both became comfortable on the sofa. Shahnaz put her cheek against her father's and said softly, "The way I have felt all along dad, I am quite prepared to allow the hooded thief today in my bedroom. In fact I would be grateful if you could locate him and send him to my suite."

The time stopped for Akbar. He absentmindedly gulped his scotch in two big swigs. The hooded thief was a joke Gulnaz played on their three children on occasions they needed admonition or correction. Akbar would cover himself with a big white towel or sheet and do a bad job of creating scary noises. All he succeeded in was making all three roll around in mad laughter. They never, however, had to use loud voice or any other restriction to mend their kids' ways.

Akbar whispered, "Shanu beta!!"

Shahnaz knew the burden she has dropped on her father. Her father also taught her that every one has to decide for himself or herself. She had to let her father decide and she would accept the best or the worst decision with equal grace.

"I am really sorry Abbu. I love you. You are the best father in the whole world," Shanu's voice cracked with emotion and she knew she would cry if she did not leave right now. Her father could not see her cry. He would rip anything or anyone that could hurt her to bring her to tears, "I will, though, wait for the hooded thief all night. If he does not come tonight I will understand. I do know I will still have my loving father tomorrow morning whatever may happen tonight."

Shahnaz kissed her father and despite her super control two tears rolled down her cheek and she could not move away fast enough. Akbar felt the wetness on his cheeks as he dumbly saw Shahnaz walk away briskly out of the living room.

Akbar had an open mind for all things life had thrown. Shahnaz had challenged that belief by trusting him, as he always wanted her to. He got up and filled his glass liberally with scotch. The alcohol now had reached his circulation. All the conversation played like loop in his mind again and again. He stared for an eternity and twice filled his glass. He got up slowly and put the glass on the table. Love always tries those who love freely. The more you give your love the more it demands responsibility and courage.

**

Shahnaz changed inside her suite -- she threw away her kaftan as tears ran down her cheeks. She ripped her bra and panties off her. Somehow she was stupid enough to think it would be all so simple. Now she realised she had opened the Pandora's box. She chose a wrong time and did it horribly badly. Shahnaz cried silently. She hastily pulled a thin short silk nightgown over herself and curled up in her bed. The only light in her room came from the bathroom lights she forgot to switch off, it filled the room with smooth blue tinge. She was too distraught to get up and switch the lights off.

It seemed like ages before her sobs died down. She was not sure if she was asleep or dreaming. She felt a soft closing of the sliding door she had forgotten to close.

Her breathing became very hard. She felt there was not enough air for her to breathe. She turned towards the door and saw a huge figure move slowly towards her bed. She could die with nervous excitement. Her breasts rose and fell with each laboured breath. Her belly muscles tensed up as if she was going to be hit by something. Her father knelt by the side of her bed. Time froze and lost all meaning for two people. Shahnaz felt, but barely saw her father's face in dim light, move towards her. She felt his lips touch hers ever so gently. He whispered without moving his lips away, "I managed to find the hooded thief for you Shanu baytee. He is all yours. Do what you may with him."

Shahnaz sobbed and her arms flew out of the sheet and she wrapped them around her father's neck as she pushed her lips against his. Akbar kissed his daughter as a woman and soon he pried her mouth open with his tongue. Father and daughter ravaged each other's mouth to seek hidden treasures. Their tongues duelled and their saliva mixed. The kiss was momentous and would have been appropriate if all the bands in the world started to play all together. But in the huge universe and in a large cosmic design this momentous event happened in still quiet of the night with utter silent ferocity of mutual love that father and daughter had shared all their lives. In fact all the bands were playing. They were playing only inside the heads of Shahnaz and her father.

Shahnaz could never recall how long the kiss lasted. She cling to her father like a small child scared of something in the dark. Akbar never eased his mouth off his daughter's. Shahnaz felt her father's hand move under the sheet and softly rested on her tummy. Akbar's hand, ever so slowly moved up, until it reached the heaving breasts of his daughter. Shahnaz felt her breathing that has just eased up became raspy again as she felt her father's strong hand move over her right breast and it softly covered it over the gossamer silk gown. Shahnaz felt her father's mouth become even more insistent and his hand massaged her breast. Shahnaz felt her whole body burning with happiness and desire so strong that she could scream. Shahnaz had no idea what would happen when. She knew that her father would take her wherever she needed to go tonight.

Her father removed his hand and before Shahnaz could panic she felt his hand find the hem of the gown and soon his warm huge hand snaked up on her belly and soon covered her breast. The touch of his hand on her naked breast made her jump. Her belly muscles were spasming with excitement. Akbar kissed his daughter and massaged her breasts making her gasp with her virginal lust. He found her big thick nipple hard and engorged. He gently took one between his thumb and index finger and rolled it slowly. Shahnaz thought she would explode. She did not realise but her hips rose up on their on accord. She felt wet warm fluids running between her thighs.

"Abbu...Abbu....I love you," Shahnaz declared the obvious in a throaty whisper inside her father's mouth.

Akbar broke the kiss and slowly lifted the gown up. Shahnaz quickly sat up to help her father. The simple act of taking off her gown was so defining that night. Her father had taken her clothes off for the first time as a woman.

Shahnaz could just about make out in dim light as her father dropped her gown on the floor. He removed his kurta and threw it away. Shahnaz felt her throat choke. The sheer perversity and taboo of her father removing her gown and then taking his clothes off seemed even more momentous than him kissing her and fondling her breasts.