After seeing off the friends who had accompanied him, he returned to the parlor. He cast a glance toward his new bride and noticed that her face was still veiled. A smile spread across his face. He then shifted his gaze from his bride to his younger sister, who was sitting down with a deeply sullen and contorted expression. The moment her eyes met her older brother’s, she scowled even harder, looking exactly like a spoiled little girl. He shook his head, walked over to the sofa where she was sitting, and sat down. Seeing him sit near her, she aggressively turned her face away. He opened his mouth and began to soothe her gently. "Come on, Yaya’s little sister. What did Yaya do to you today that has made you so upset with him? You should be overjoyed that you've gained an older sister, yet here you are, wearing such a miserable face." Without turning to look at him, she snapped, "May Allah forbid that this scrawny, slender thing ever becomes my Aunty." Zahra threw off her veil, looked at her, and instantly burst into bitter tears of humiliation. Amid her sobbing, she opened her mouth and spoke, "Sakina, are you really calling me scrawny? If nothing else, I am at least five years or more older than you." Sakina smirked derisively before replying, "Even so, I have a fuller body and outclass you in every aspect. Honestly, I have no idea what Yaya saw in you to marry you. And let me tell you right now, you will never, ever be my Aunty, for as long as I live." The moment she finished speaking, she burst into loud tears, bolted out of the room, and stormed into her bedroom. Reaching her room, she threw herself onto the bed and continued to wail bitterly. If you saw her, you would think she was mourning a death, whereas it was nothing but pure, unadulterated childish jealousy and stubbornness. Let us return to the parlor with Samir and his new bride, Zahra. Samir looked at Zahra, who was also weeping. Feeling deeply disheartened, he walked over to where she stood. Without uttering a single word, he swept her up completely into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He did not set her down anywhere until he reached their massive, exquisitely furnished bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her onto his lap, and began to comfort her. "Come on, my love. You shouldn't ruin your mood over those words. Baby is still a very young girl. You know better than anyone else that she isn't even seventeen yet—she is sixteen and a few months. So please, stop being upset, my life. Do you hear me?" His words deeply soothed her heart, and she became completely satisfied with his explanation. She vowed within herself to change the girl's attitude by God’s grace, knowing that all of Sakina's behavior stemmed partly from growing up without a mother nearby. Only after ensuring that she had completely calmed down did he look at her and say in a gentle voice, "Let me go and coax her. Once she falls asleep, I will return. When she starts this crying of hers, she never stops until I comfort her to sleep; that is the only way I can get some peace." She nodded and rose from his lap. He kissed her forehead, turned, left the bedroom, and headed toward Sakina’s room. Entering the room, he found her still lying down and weeping. Her face had turned bright red—typical of a fair-skinned woman. Sakina was undeniably beautiful and fair; everything about her was striking. She possessed a plump, full figure, with remarkably well-developed features for her age. He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted her up. She let out a louder wail. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and began rubbing her back soothingly. Because she had been crying for a long time, it didn’t take long for the rhythmic stroking of her back to lull her to sleep against his chest. He laid her down gently and pulled a blanket over her to cover her up. He originally wanted to wake her so she could change into her nightwear, but he knew that if he woke her now, it would be extremely difficult for her to fall back asleep. For this reason, he decided to leave her alone. He dimmed the room lights, left the bedroom, and returned to his and his wife's master bedroom. He paused to grab a plate, a fork, and glass cups from the kitchen before heading into the bedroom. He walked in to find that Zahra had changed out of her heavy bridal wear into a short, incredibly sheer nightgown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He placed the plate and cups he brought down on the carpet. He then walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, looked at her face through the mirror, smiled warmly at her, and began nuzzling and sniffing her neck. A delightful, intoxicating fragrance hit his nose. Almost instantly, his desire flared up fiercely beneath his trousers. Since her back was turned to him, the moment his passion aroused, she could feel it pressed against her hips. A brief, subtle smile spread across her face. ‘Oh Mummy, so this is truly how things are in this world,’ she thought to oneself. Aloud, she asked, "My Heart, are you already done comforting her?" "Uhummmm," he muttered tightly. He could barely find the words to speak due to the overwhelming wave of arousal consuming him; in fact, he could swear he had never felt such an intense sensation in his entire life. He placed his mouth on her neck, licking the sides of her neck while blowing warm air against her skin. Because the traditional intimacy-enhancing herbs and medicines her mother had rigorously prepared for her to take were highly potent and fast-acting, she immediately felt her body respond intensely. Within moments, a surge of natural moisture began to flow freely. It thoroughly soaked through her underwear and nightwear, dampening her thighs. It was so intense that one would think she had wet herself, completely staining her skin and the carpet beneath. Unable to wait a moment longer, she grabbed his hand and guided it directly inside her underwear. Finding her completely drenched with moisture, he immediately began to stroke her intimately. "Wow, my love! Such immense bliss?" he whispered into her ear. Before another word could be said, he pulled off her sheer gown and underwear, discarding them onto the floor, and rapidly stripped off his own clothes, completely unable to delay any longer. He positioned her, and guided by his raging desire, he entered her slowly and smoothly. Although she was a virgin, her immense natural moisture ensured that he faced no difficulty or friction during entry. As for Zahra, she did not suffer much discomfort either. She felt only a brief flash of sharp pain upon entry, but the moment he was fully inside her, an overwhelming wave of pleasure took over, leaving her completely ecstatic. Samir was in a similar state of pure ecstasy. The sheer intensity of the pleasure caught him completely off guard, causing him to cry out loudly, "Oh my goodness! Zahra, you feel absolutely incredible! My God, this pleasure is too intense, my Zahra!" "My Heart, you feel amazing too! Only I know the sheer ecstasy running through my mind right now. Drive deeper into me!" Amid her deep sleep, Sakina began to hear faint, muffled cries and ecstatic shouting. At first, she assumed she was merely dreaming, but as time passed, the noises became too loud to ignore. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. Looking down at her clothes, she muttered to herself, "Wait, so Yaya really just left me to sleep in my heavy day clothes without waking me up to change?" She fell silent for a moment, but the loud shouting and erratic cries from the other room continued to echo. "What on earth is all that noise and shouting? They're filling the entire house with such an uproar. Is Yaya beating her or something?" she questioned herself. She climbed down from her bed and headed out into the hallway, walking straight toward her brother’s master bedroom. She placed her hand on the door handle with the intention of pushing it open, but just then, she heard her brother panting, "My Zahra, change the style for me! Change the style, do you hear me, my Zahra?" In a strained, breathless voice that was difficult to describe, she heard Zahra reply, "Alright, My Heart." A moment later, she heard him shout even louder than before, exclaiming, "Oh my God! Honestly, Ammie, I am so grateful you gave birth to me! If you hadn't given birth to me, I would never have experienced this incredible pleasure I am feeling with Zahra right now!" Sakina slid down the wall and sat on the floor in absolute silence, her mind racing. ‘What on earth is Zahra giving my brother in there that is making him scream and shout like this?’ she wondered deep inside. Aloud, she shouted forcefully through the door, "Yaya! What exactly is Zahra giving you that is making you scream so loudly?!" "Baby, go back to your bedroom, do you hear me? You are far too young. Leave it until you grow older, then you will understand." "I swear to God, Yaya, if you don't tell me right now, I am going to open this door and..."
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Story and Writing by: Sakeena Isma'il Cameroon (Mom Muwadda) Paid Book Fee: Complete book is ₦1,000 (Regular updates), Special Fast-Track Group is ₦800 (Posted twice a day). Free Page: 2 "I swear to God, Yaya, if you don't tell me right now, I am going to open this door, walk right in, and see whatever it is for myself!" The moment he heard this, he called out in a strained, frantic voice, "Baby, go back to your bedroom and go to sleep. I promise I will tell you all about it in the morning." "Are you absolutely sure?" Sakina demanded. Without a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Yes, I will definitely tell you. Just go away for now." Without saying another word, she stood up from the doorway, walked back to her room, and returned to her bed. She stripped off her heavy day clothes, put on her pajamas, used the restroom, and lay down to sleep. She lay awake for a very long time, completely unable to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes and drowsiness began to take over, the loud, passionate shouting from their room would startle her awake. In short, she didn’t manage to catch any sleep until around 1:00 AM, which was when the shouting finally ceased and silence blanketed the house. On Samir’s end, he experienced pure bliss. Zahra kept up with him until she was thoroughly exhausted, but he simply could not bring himself to stop. Even after reaching a climax, he did not withdraw; his passion remained fully aroused, and he continued intimately. Consequently, they spent nearly two hours locked in the same passionate act before he finally relented and let her rest. He carried her into the bathroom where they took a warm shower together before returning to bed. As for the chicken and yogurt he had bought earlier, he ended up keeping them in the fridge; it was far too late in the night for them to eat.
The Following Morning
By 8:00 AM, Sakina was already awake. The strange events of the previous night were heavily weighed on her mind, and she was dying to know the true cause behind all that intense shouting. For this reason, the moment she woke up and performed her morning prayers, she refused to go back to sleep. "Wow. So now that Yaya has gotten himself a bride, he didn't even come to wake me up for prayers. In fact, ever since I went to bed last night, he hasn't even peeked in to check on me," she muttered to herself. Instantly, tears pooled in her eyes. She stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and marched straight down to her brother’s bedroom. Without knocking, she pushed the door wide open. Fortunately for her, the door hadn't been locked with a key. She stepped inside the bedroom. She paused, staring at how peacefully they were sleeping, locked in a tight embrace as if they wanted to melt into one another. She sat flat on the floor and intentionally burst into loud, dramatic wailing to force them awake. "Oh my God! It's all over! Yaya doesn't love me anymore! Now that he has found someone else, he completely stopped caring about me!" she cried out repeatedly. Terrified and startled, the couple bolted upright in bed. Samir scrambled off the mattress and rushed over to where she was sitting. He knelt before her, pulled her into a tight embrace, and began rubbing her back frantically while questioning her. "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying like this? You know very well that I can't bear to see your tears. Please stop, okay?" "I swear, Yaya, you don't love me anymore! God, you've stopped caring about me!" "Come on, you are my little sister. I am your mother, I am your father, and I am your everything in this world. Why on earth would a father stop loving his own daughter? Please, don't ever let me hear you say that again." "Look at it! This wicked girl has completely stolen your attention by force. Last night, you two completely prevented me from sleeping. I couldn't even rest because of the massive uproar and shouting you were making over whatever pleasure she was giving you!" Samir stole a quick, incredibly embarrassed glance at Zahra, who was sitting up on the bed watching them. Zahra was utterly consumed by intense irritation and disgust at the sight. Hearing the explicit question Sakina had just thrown at him, Samir turned back to her in a panicked hurry and asked, "Baby, what did you just say?" "Yaya, you heard exactly what I said. But since you want me to repeat it, fine! I said, tell me what she was giving you that made you shout like that? You explicitly promised me last night that you would tell me." She stared directly at him. He scratched his neck in deep embarrassment, frantically trying to cook up a believable lie to tell her. "Yaya, why are you silent?" From the bed, Zahra snapped, "What on earth is wrong with you as a girl to confront him and interrogate him with these kinds of questions? Fine! What every woman gives to her husband to make him happy is exactly what I gave him!" "Zahraaaaa!" Samir roared, cutting her off with a harsh shout. "Don't you ever let me hear you say those kinds of things to her again!" he added in deep anger. "Oh, really, my husband? Just because I spoke the truth to your little sister, you're raising your voice at me? Let me tell you right now, not even my own parents have ever shouted at me. So don't you ever raise your voice at me again!" With that, she slid off the bed and marched straight into the bathroom, bursting into tears. She slammed the door shut, locked it, sat right behind the door, and wept bitterly. Samir watched her until she disappeared into the bathroom. Dejectedly, he turned to his sister and said, "Baby, get up. Let's go to your bedroom." She nodded and stood up. He stood up as well, took her hand, and led her out of his room into her own bedroom. Once inside, he looked at her and said, "Go on, I'll prepare your bathwater." She nodded, and they went into the bathroom. He set up the warm water for her and walked back out. He opened her wardrobe and picked out an outfit: a pair of wide-legged trousers, an incredibly beautiful t-shirt, alongside underwear and a bra. He laid them out on the bed for her and sat down to wait. After bathing, she emerged wrapped in a towel. She walked over to where he sat, sat beside him, and said, "Yaya, I'm out." "Okay, I've laid out your clothes here for you to get ready. Let me go check on Jas to see if he's done making breakfast." She murmured an agreement, and he turned, left the room, and headed back to his master bedroom. Zahra still hadn't come out of the bathroom and was still crying inside. With a heavy heart, he walked over and turned the handle. Hearing him open the door, she moved away from the entrance and stepped into the corner to continue weeping. He walked into the bathroom, looked at her, and pleaded, "Come on, Zahra, please forgive me and stop crying. You know how deeply I love you; you are my entire life. Please stop this crying, okay, my Zahra?" Without looking at him, she snapped, "Just get out and leave me alone! Go back to that little sister of yours, since you clearly love her far more than me." "Haba, Zahra. With all your maturity, intelligence, and wisdom, are you really going to hold a grudge against Sakina? She is just a child." "Fine, get out, I get it—she’s a child. But I am a young girl to you too! Since you are much older than me, you shouldn't be shouting at me. I am your wife! To think that just a day after bringing me into this house, you both are already ruining my mood, before we've even properly enjoyed our honeymoon!" "You're right. Please forgive me, everything will be made right, Insha Allah, okay, my wife?" he pleaded with a deeply sorrowful face. A smile broke across her face, and she threw herself into his arms. He held her tight, placing both hands on her hips and squeezing them gently. She gasped for air, then pressed her lips against his as they began kissing each other rapidly and passionately. He slipped one hand beneath her nightgown, cupping her breast and kneading the nipple. After a moment, he knelt down, pulled off her underwear, threw it aside, and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her completely. He leaned in and began to intimately stroke her with his tongue. Zahra began to groan and pant, running her hands through his hair, pressing him closer to ensure maximum pleasure. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhh! Habibiiiii!" she gasped out in a strained voice. Meanwhile, Sakina had finished getting dressed, but her brother still hadn't returned to her room. Because of this, she decided to step out and check on him in the kitchen. She found only Jas, their male domestic cook, working away in the kitchen. She looked at him and asked, "Where is my brother?" "Maa, he hasn't come in here at all." "Okay. Are you almost done with breakfast?" "Yes, Maa." "Okay," she said, leaving the kitchen and heading straight to his master bedroom. Finding the bedroom door wide open, she walked straight in. The moment she stepped into the room, she caught the distinct sound of muffled groaning and heavy panting coming from inside the bathroom. She crept up to the bathroom door and pressed her ear flat against the surface. ‘I am not leaving this door today until I find out exactly what they are doing that is causing all these strange noises and shouting,’ she resolved in her heart. She listened intently to their heavy breathing and ecstatic whispers. She heard her brother panting, "Ahhhhh, Zahra! Your moisture is so incredibly blissful!" Then she heard Zahra moan in response, "Habibi, stroke me intensely! I can feel the pleasure deep in my brain, Habibi. Please, possess me; I am dying to feel your banana inside my garden." "Okay, then open up completely for me." He lifted her up, spreading her legs wide, and entered her deeply, causing them to let out a synchronized shout of intense ecstasy. "Ahhhhh! The pleasure! Oh my goodness, Ammie, I am so grateful! Honestly, sex is so wonderful, Ammie!" Hearing the raw intensity of their shouting caused a strange sensation to run through Sakina's entire body. Instantly, she felt a sudden rush of fluid escaping from her own intimate area. "Oh my god! Did my period just start unexpectedly?" she asked herself. She quickly turned around, abandoned her spot, and hurried back to her bedroom. Rushing into her bathroom, she checked herself, only to realize it wasn't her period at all—it was just a thick, clear, slippery fluid. She washed herself, put her underwear back on, and walked out. She sat on her bed in deep, silent reflection. ‘Wait... so people actually lick each other's private areas? And furthermore, I heard Aunty Zahra telling Yaya to put his banana inside her. Does Yaya actually have a banana on his body that I didn't know about? I am absolutely going to uncover whatever this mystery is today.’ "Where is my phone?" she muttered, reaching for her device on the nightstand. She unlocked it, opened Google, and typed in the word "banana." The search results only displayed images of the edible fruit. She paused, thinking deeply, until she recalled the other word she had heard her brother exclaim: "Oh my goodness, Ammie, sex is so wonderful." ‘Could the name of what they are doing be "sex"? Yes, that must be it. Let me try typing that in to see if it shows me anything.’ She typed the word "sex" into the search bar. Instantly, the screen flooded with various explicit adult films and diverse intimacy positions. She clicked on one video to watch. She saw a man intimately possessing a woman while they both screamed and shouted, sounding exactly like her brother and Zahra the previous night. She focused all her attention on the video. Suddenly, she felt that same fluid rushing out of her body again. She slid her hand inside her underwear and felt the thick, slippery moisture. Removing her hand, she looked back at the screen, noticing a second woman sitting nearby, watching the man. She saw that the same clear fluid escaping from her own body was also flowing heavily from the woman in the video. Further into the video, the man moved away from the first woman and turned to the second one. He spread her legs wide and began intimately using his tongue, while the other woman reciprocated on him. They stayed like that for a long time before he finally positioned himself and entered her, causing them to erupt into loud shouting. Finding her entire body trembling with an unfamiliar arousal, she quickly turned off the video, tossed the phone aside, and lay flat on her back in silence. "So, Yaya, this is the incredible pleasure you two are enjoying in there, which made you completely forget about me. Fine! I am definitely going to find myself a husband too, get married, and experience this pleasure for myself to feel what you guys are feeling," she declared aloud. Just then, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out, looking toward the entrance. Jas, their domestic worker, walked into the room, offering a polite greeting. "Jas! What's up?" "Maa, I brought you your breakfast." "Okay, come and set it down." He nodded and walked further into the room. Sakina sat there, her eyes locked entirely onto his trousers. ‘Does that mean Jas has one of those bananas on his body too?’ she wondered wildly in her mind. As Jas turned around to leave the room, she called out to him, "Jas!" He turned back to face her. "Yes, Maa?" She didn't say anything at first. Instead, she stood up from the bed and walked right up to where he was standing. She looked him in the eye and asked, "Jas, what exactly is a banana?" "Well, a banana is a fruit that people eat, Maa." "I am not asking about the fruit you eat." Jas fell completely silent, unsure of how to respond. "Or... is this what they call a banana?" she asked. As she spoke, she reached out and boldly grabbed his massive, fully aroused area, which was tightly strained against his trousers—he was the type whose passion remained locked in an erect state, which was why he usually snuck out late at night to relieve his desires after everyone had gone to sleep. Jas nodded nervously, stammering, "Yes, Maa... that is it." "I want to see it, if it's not too much trouble. I've never seen one before." Jas’s eyes went wide with shock. "Haba, Maa! You want to see it?" "Yes, see it. Or are you refusing to show me?" "No... I will show you, Maa." "Then show me." He nodded, slowly pulling his trousers down, completely exposing his massive size. Sakina’s eyes widened in sheer astonishment, and she rapidly opened her mouth to say..
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After seeing off the friends who had accompanied him, he returned to the parlor. He cast a glance toward his new bride and noticed that her face was still veiled. A smile spread across his face. He then shifted his gaze from his bride to his younger sister, who was sitting down with a deeply sullen and contorted expression. The moment her eyes met her older brother’s, she scowled even harder, looking exactly like a spoiled little girl.
He shook his head, walked over to the sofa where she was sitting, and sat down. Seeing him sit near her, she aggressively turned her face away.
He opened his mouth and began to soothe her gently. "Come on, Yaya’s little sister. What did Yaya do to you today that has made you so upset with him? You should be overjoyed that you've gained an older sister, yet here you are, wearing such a miserable face."
Without turning to look at him, she snapped, "May Allah forbid that this scrawny, slender thing ever becomes my Aunty."
Zahra threw off her veil, looked at her, and instantly burst into bitter tears of humiliation. Amid her sobbing, she opened her mouth and spoke, "Sakina, are you really calling me scrawny? If nothing else, I am at least five years or more older than you."
Sakina smirked derisively before replying, "Even so, I have a fuller body and outclass you in every aspect. Honestly, I have no idea what Yaya saw in you to marry you. And let me tell you right now, you will never, ever be my Aunty, for as long as I live."
The moment she finished speaking, she burst into loud tears, bolted out of the room, and stormed into her bedroom. Reaching her room, she threw herself onto the bed and continued to wail bitterly. If you saw her, you would think she was mourning a death, whereas it was nothing but pure, unadulterated childish jealousy and stubbornness.
Let us return to the parlor with Samir and his new bride, Zahra.
Samir looked at Zahra, who was also weeping. Feeling deeply disheartened, he walked over to where she stood. Without uttering a single word, he swept her up completely into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He did not set her down anywhere until he reached their massive, exquisitely furnished bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her onto his lap, and began to comfort her.
"Come on, my love. You shouldn't ruin your mood over those words. Baby is still a very young girl. You know better than anyone else that she isn't even seventeen yet—she is sixteen and a few months. So please, stop being upset, my life. Do you hear me?"
His words deeply soothed her heart, and she became completely satisfied with his explanation. She vowed within herself to change the girl's attitude by God’s grace, knowing that all of Sakina's behavior stemmed partly from growing up without a mother nearby.
Only after ensuring that she had completely calmed down did he look at her and say in a gentle voice, "Let me go and coax her. Once she falls asleep, I will return. When she starts this crying of hers, she never stops until I comfort her to sleep; that is the only way I can get some peace."
She nodded and rose from his lap. He kissed her forehead, turned, left the bedroom, and headed toward Sakina’s room.
Entering the room, he found her still lying down and weeping. Her face had turned bright red—typical of a fair-skinned woman. Sakina was undeniably beautiful and fair; everything about her was striking. She possessed a plump, full figure, with remarkably well-developed features for her age.
He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted her up. She let out a louder wail. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and began rubbing her back soothingly. Because she had been crying for a long time, it didn’t take long for the rhythmic stroking of her back to lull her to sleep against his chest.
He laid her down gently and pulled a blanket over her to cover her up. He originally wanted to wake her so she could change into her nightwear, but he knew that if he woke her now, it would be extremely difficult for her to fall back asleep. For this reason, he decided to leave her alone. He dimmed the room lights, left the bedroom, and returned to his and his wife's master bedroom.
He paused to grab a plate, a fork, and glass cups from the kitchen before heading into the bedroom.
He walked in to find that Zahra had changed out of her heavy bridal wear into a short, incredibly sheer nightgown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
He placed the plate and cups he brought down on the carpet. He then walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, looked at her face through the mirror, smiled warmly at her, and began nuzzling and sniffing her neck.
A delightful, intoxicating fragrance hit his nose. Almost instantly, his desire flared up fiercely beneath his trousers. Since her back was turned to him, the moment his passion aroused, she could feel it pressed against her hips.
A brief, subtle smile spread across her face.
‘Oh Mummy, so this is truly how things are in this world,’ she thought to oneself.
Aloud, she asked, "My Heart, are you already done comforting her?"
"Uhummmm," he muttered tightly. He could barely find the words to speak due to the overwhelming wave of arousal consuming him; in fact, he could swear he had never felt such an intense sensation in his entire life.
He placed his mouth on her neck, licking the sides of her neck while blowing warm air against her skin.
Because the traditional intimacy-enhancing herbs and medicines her mother had rigorously prepared for her to take were highly potent and fast-acting, she immediately felt her body respond intensely. Within moments, a surge of natural moisture began to flow freely. It thoroughly soaked through her underwear and nightwear, dampening her thighs. It was so intense that one would think she had wet herself, completely staining her skin and the carpet beneath.
Unable to wait a moment longer, she grabbed his hand and guided it directly inside her underwear. Finding her completely drenched with moisture, he immediately began to stroke her intimately.
"Wow, my love! Such immense bliss?" he whispered into her ear. Before another word could be said, he pulled off her sheer gown and underwear, discarding them onto the floor, and rapidly stripped off his own clothes, completely unable to delay any longer.
He positioned her, and guided by his raging desire, he entered her slowly and smoothly. Although she was a virgin, her immense natural moisture ensured that he faced no difficulty or friction during entry.
As for Zahra, she did not suffer much discomfort either. She felt only a brief flash of sharp pain upon entry, but the moment he was fully inside her, an overwhelming wave of pleasure took over, leaving her completely ecstatic.
Samir was in a similar state of pure ecstasy. The sheer intensity of the pleasure caught him completely off guard, causing him to cry out loudly, "Oh my goodness! Zahra, you feel absolutely incredible! My God, this pleasure is too intense, my Zahra!"
"My Heart, you feel amazing too! Only I know the sheer ecstasy running through my mind right now. Drive deeper into me!"
Amid her deep sleep, Sakina began to hear faint, muffled cries and ecstatic shouting. At first, she assumed she was merely dreaming, but as time passed, the noises became too loud to ignore.
She slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.
Looking down at her clothes, she muttered to herself, "Wait, so Yaya really just left me to sleep in my heavy day clothes without waking me up to change?" She fell silent for a moment, but the loud shouting and erratic cries from the other room continued to echo.
"What on earth is all that noise and shouting? They're filling the entire house with such an uproar. Is Yaya beating her or something?" she questioned herself.
She climbed down from her bed and headed out into the hallway, walking straight toward her brother’s master bedroom.
She placed her hand on the door handle with the intention of pushing it open, but just then, she heard her brother panting, "My Zahra, change the style for me! Change the style, do you hear me, my Zahra?"
In a strained, breathless voice that was difficult to describe, she heard Zahra reply, "Alright, My Heart."
A moment later, she heard him shout even louder than before, exclaiming, "Oh my God! Honestly, Ammie, I am so grateful you gave birth to me! If you hadn't given birth to me, I would never have experienced this incredible pleasure I am feeling with Zahra right now!"
Sakina slid down the wall and sat on the floor in absolute silence, her mind racing.
‘What on earth is Zahra giving my brother in there that is making him scream and shout like this?’ she wondered deep inside.
Aloud, she shouted forcefully through the door, "Yaya! What exactly is Zahra giving you that is making you scream so loudly?!"
"Baby, go back to your bedroom, do you hear me? You are far too young. Leave it until you grow older, then you will understand."
"I swear to God, Yaya, if you don't tell me right now, I am going to open this door and..."
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MATAR SHUGAR DADDY (The Sugar Daddy's Wife)
Story and Writing by: Sakeena Isma'il Cameroon (Mom Muwadda)
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"I swear to God, Yaya, if you don't tell me right now, I am going to open this door, walk right in, and see whatever it is for myself!"
The moment he heard this, he called out in a strained, frantic voice, "Baby, go back to your bedroom and go to sleep. I promise I will tell you all about it in the morning."
"Are you absolutely sure?" Sakina demanded.
Without a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Yes, I will definitely tell you. Just go away for now."
Without saying another word, she stood up from the doorway, walked back to her room, and returned to her bed. She stripped off her heavy day clothes, put on her pajamas, used the restroom, and lay down to sleep.
She lay awake for a very long time, completely unable to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes and drowsiness began to take over, the loud, passionate shouting from their room would startle her awake. In short, she didn’t manage to catch any sleep until around 1:00 AM, which was when the shouting finally ceased and silence blanketed the house.
On Samir’s end, he experienced pure bliss. Zahra kept up with him until she was thoroughly exhausted, but he simply could not bring himself to stop. Even after reaching a climax, he did not withdraw; his passion remained fully aroused, and he continued intimately. Consequently, they spent nearly two hours locked in the same passionate act before he finally relented and let her rest.
He carried her into the bathroom where they took a warm shower together before returning to bed. As for the chicken and yogurt he had bought earlier, he ended up keeping them in the fridge; it was far too late in the night for them to eat.
The Following Morning
By 8:00 AM, Sakina was already awake. The strange events of the previous night were heavily weighed on her mind, and she was dying to know the true cause behind all that intense shouting. For this reason, the moment she woke up and performed her morning prayers, she refused to go back to sleep.
"Wow. So now that Yaya has gotten himself a bride, he didn't even come to wake me up for prayers. In fact, ever since I went to bed last night, he hasn't even peeked in to check on me," she muttered to herself. Instantly, tears pooled in her eyes.
She stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and marched straight down to her brother’s bedroom. Without knocking, she pushed the door wide open. Fortunately for her, the door hadn't been locked with a key.
She stepped inside the bedroom. She paused, staring at how peacefully they were sleeping, locked in a tight embrace as if they wanted to melt into one another.
She sat flat on the floor and intentionally burst into loud, dramatic wailing to force them awake.
"Oh my God! It's all over! Yaya doesn't love me anymore! Now that he has found someone else, he completely stopped caring about me!" she cried out repeatedly.
Terrified and startled, the couple bolted upright in bed. Samir scrambled off the mattress and rushed over to where she was sitting. He knelt before her, pulled her into a tight embrace, and began rubbing her back frantically while questioning her.
"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying like this? You know very well that I can't bear to see your tears. Please stop, okay?"
"I swear, Yaya, you don't love me anymore! God, you've stopped caring about me!"
"Come on, you are my little sister. I am your mother, I am your father, and I am your everything in this world. Why on earth would a father stop loving his own daughter? Please, don't ever let me hear you say that again."
"Look at it! This wicked girl has completely stolen your attention by force. Last night, you two completely prevented me from sleeping. I couldn't even rest because of the massive uproar and shouting you were making over whatever pleasure she was giving you!"
Samir stole a quick, incredibly embarrassed glance at Zahra, who was sitting up on the bed watching them. Zahra was utterly consumed by intense irritation and disgust at the sight.
Hearing the explicit question Sakina had just thrown at him, Samir turned back to her in a panicked hurry and asked, "Baby, what did you just say?"
"Yaya, you heard exactly what I said. But since you want me to repeat it, fine! I said, tell me what she was giving you that made you shout like that? You explicitly promised me last night that you would tell me." She stared directly at him.
He scratched his neck in deep embarrassment, frantically trying to cook up a believable lie to tell her.
"Yaya, why are you silent?"
From the bed, Zahra snapped, "What on earth is wrong with you as a girl to confront him and interrogate him with these kinds of questions? Fine! What every woman gives to her husband to make him happy is exactly what I gave him!"
"Zahraaaaa!" Samir roared, cutting her off with a harsh shout. "Don't you ever let me hear you say those kinds of things to her again!" he added in deep anger.
"Oh, really, my husband? Just because I spoke the truth to your little sister, you're raising your voice at me? Let me tell you right now, not even my own parents have ever shouted at me. So don't you ever raise your voice at me again!"
With that, she slid off the bed and marched straight into the bathroom, bursting into tears. She slammed the door shut, locked it, sat right behind the door, and wept bitterly.
Samir watched her until she disappeared into the bathroom. Dejectedly, he turned to his sister and said, "Baby, get up. Let's go to your bedroom."
She nodded and stood up. He stood up as well, took her hand, and led her out of his room into her own bedroom.
Once inside, he looked at her and said, "Go on, I'll prepare your bathwater."
She nodded, and they went into the bathroom. He set up the warm water for her and walked back out. He opened her wardrobe and picked out an outfit: a pair of wide-legged trousers, an incredibly beautiful t-shirt, alongside underwear and a bra. He laid them out on the bed for her and sat down to wait.
After bathing, she emerged wrapped in a towel. She walked over to where he sat, sat beside him, and said, "Yaya, I'm out."
"Okay, I've laid out your clothes here for you to get ready. Let me go check on Jas to see if he's done making breakfast."
She murmured an agreement, and he turned, left the room, and headed back to his master bedroom.
Zahra still hadn't come out of the bathroom and was still crying inside. With a heavy heart, he walked over and turned the handle. Hearing him open the door, she moved away from the entrance and stepped into the corner to continue weeping.
He walked into the bathroom, looked at her, and pleaded, "Come on, Zahra, please forgive me and stop crying. You know how deeply I love you; you are my entire life. Please stop this crying, okay, my Zahra?"
Without looking at him, she snapped, "Just get out and leave me alone! Go back to that little sister of yours, since you clearly love her far more than me."
"Haba, Zahra. With all your maturity, intelligence, and wisdom, are you really going to hold a grudge against Sakina? She is just a child."
"Fine, get out, I get it—she’s a child. But I am a young girl to you too! Since you are much older than me, you shouldn't be shouting at me. I am your wife! To think that just a day after bringing me into this house, you both are already ruining my mood, before we've even properly enjoyed our honeymoon!"
"You're right. Please forgive me, everything will be made right, Insha Allah, okay, my wife?" he pleaded with a deeply sorrowful face.
A smile broke across her face, and she threw herself into his arms.
He held her tight, placing both hands on her hips and squeezing them gently. She gasped for air, then pressed her lips against his as they began kissing each other rapidly and passionately.
He slipped one hand beneath her nightgown, cupping her breast and kneading the nipple. After a moment, he knelt down, pulled off her underwear, threw it aside, and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her completely. He leaned in and began to intimately stroke her with his tongue.
Zahra began to groan and pant, running her hands through his hair, pressing him closer to ensure maximum pleasure.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhh! Habibiiiii!" she gasped out in a strained voice.
Meanwhile, Sakina had finished getting dressed, but her brother still hadn't returned to her room. Because of this, she decided to step out and check on him in the kitchen.
She found only Jas, their male domestic cook, working away in the kitchen.
She looked at him and asked, "Where is my brother?"
"Maa, he hasn't come in here at all."
"Okay. Are you almost done with breakfast?"
"Yes, Maa."
"Okay," she said, leaving the kitchen and heading straight to his master bedroom.
Finding the bedroom door wide open, she walked straight in. The moment she stepped into the room, she caught the distinct sound of muffled groaning and heavy panting coming from inside the bathroom.
She crept up to the bathroom door and pressed her ear flat against the surface.
‘I am not leaving this door today until I find out exactly what they are doing that is causing all these strange noises and shouting,’ she resolved in her heart.
She listened intently to their heavy breathing and ecstatic whispers.
She heard her brother panting, "Ahhhhh, Zahra! Your moisture is so incredibly blissful!"
Then she heard Zahra moan in response, "Habibi, stroke me intensely! I can feel the pleasure deep in my brain, Habibi. Please, possess me; I am dying to feel your banana inside my garden."
"Okay, then open up completely for me."
He lifted her up, spreading her legs wide, and entered her deeply, causing them to let out a synchronized shout of intense ecstasy.
"Ahhhhh! The pleasure! Oh my goodness, Ammie, I am so grateful! Honestly, sex is so wonderful, Ammie!"
Hearing the raw intensity of their shouting caused a strange sensation to run through Sakina's entire body. Instantly, she felt a sudden rush of fluid escaping from her own intimate area.
"Oh my god! Did my period just start unexpectedly?" she asked herself. She quickly turned around, abandoned her spot, and hurried back to her bedroom.
Rushing into her bathroom, she checked herself, only to realize it wasn't her period at all—it was just a thick, clear, slippery fluid. She washed herself, put her underwear back on, and walked out.
She sat on her bed in deep, silent reflection.
‘Wait... so people actually lick each other's private areas? And furthermore, I heard Aunty Zahra telling Yaya to put his banana inside her. Does Yaya actually have a banana on his body that I didn't know about? I am absolutely going to uncover whatever this mystery is today.’
"Where is my phone?" she muttered, reaching for her device on the nightstand.
She unlocked it, opened Google, and typed in the word "banana." The search results only displayed images of the edible fruit. She paused, thinking deeply, until she recalled the other word she had heard her brother exclaim: "Oh my goodness, Ammie, sex is so wonderful."
‘Could the name of what they are doing be "sex"? Yes, that must be it. Let me try typing that in to see if it shows me anything.’
She typed the word "sex" into the search bar. Instantly, the screen flooded with various explicit adult films and diverse intimacy positions.
She clicked on one video to watch. She saw a man intimately possessing a woman while they both screamed and shouted, sounding exactly like her brother and Zahra the previous night.
She focused all her attention on the video. Suddenly, she felt that same fluid rushing out of her body again. She slid her hand inside her underwear and felt the thick, slippery moisture. Removing her hand, she looked back at the screen, noticing a second woman sitting nearby, watching the man. She saw that the same clear fluid escaping from her own body was also flowing heavily from the woman in the video.
Further into the video, the man moved away from the first woman and turned to the second one. He spread her legs wide and began intimately using his tongue, while the other woman reciprocated on him. They stayed like that for a long time before he finally positioned himself and entered her, causing them to erupt into loud shouting.
Finding her entire body trembling with an unfamiliar arousal, she quickly turned off the video, tossed the phone aside, and lay flat on her back in silence.
"So, Yaya, this is the incredible pleasure you two are enjoying in there, which made you completely forget about me. Fine! I am definitely going to find myself a husband too, get married, and experience this pleasure for myself to feel what you guys are feeling," she declared aloud.
Just then, she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in," she called out, looking toward the entrance.
Jas, their domestic worker, walked into the room, offering a polite greeting.
"Jas! What's up?"
"Maa, I brought you your breakfast."
"Okay, come and set it down."
He nodded and walked further into the room.
Sakina sat there, her eyes locked entirely onto his trousers.
‘Does that mean Jas has one of those bananas on his body too?’ she wondered wildly in her mind.
As Jas turned around to leave the room, she called out to him, "Jas!"
He turned back to face her. "Yes, Maa?"
She didn't say anything at first. Instead, she stood up from the bed and walked right up to where he was standing. She looked him in the eye and asked, "Jas, what exactly is a banana?"
"Well, a banana is a fruit that people eat, Maa."
"I am not asking about the fruit you eat."
Jas fell completely silent, unsure of how to respond.
"Or... is this what they call a banana?" she asked.
As she spoke, she reached out and boldly grabbed his massive, fully aroused area, which was tightly strained against his trousers—he was the type whose passion remained locked in an erect state, which was why he usually snuck out late at night to relieve his desires after everyone had gone to sleep.
Jas nodded nervously, stammering, "Yes, Maa... that is it."
"I want to see it, if it's not too much trouble. I've never seen one before."
Jas’s eyes went wide with shock. "Haba, Maa! You want to see it?"
"Yes, see it. Or are you refusing to show me?"
"No... I will show you, Maa."
"Then show me."
He nodded, slowly pulling his trousers down, completely exposing his massive size. Sakina’s eyes widened in sheer astonishment, and she rapidly opened her mouth to say..
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