Nadia Deceived into Performing Oral Sex
I'm Amir, an 18-year-old who pretends to be a devout Muslim. My family follows Islam, but I'm an atheist. They pray, fast, go to the mosque, and wear traditional Islamic garments, like the hijab for my mother and sister. They think I'm religious too, but it's just a façade to avoid being evicted or disowned.
I often masturbate, but I'm still a virgin. There's no dating in Islam, so marriage is a must. I'm not ready for a married life, though.
I stumbled upon a porn video called "Hijabi girl gets taken advantage of by step bro." It wasn't my usual preference, but curiosity drew me in. The video had a Muslim girl tricked into performing fellatio, citing a Quran verse that suggests women must obey men and serve them. I disagree with this, but it's a common Muslim belief.
The girl in the video wasn't Muslim, merely wearing a hijab for a fantasy roleplay. She was attractive. I ejaculated while thinking about how I could trick my 18-year-old sister, Nadia, just like in the video. That way, I won't have to risk showing my face on dating apps.
However, meeting girls in person and approaching them was a challenge. I lacked social skills and experience with women. I thought about using tinder, but I didn't want to be recognized by a non-muslim friend, so I dropped that idea.
Then, a wicked thought crossed my mind: what if I tricked my own sister Nadia, just like the girl in the video? She's trusting, trusting me because we're siblings. The Quran does state men are the caretakers of women. In An-Nisa 34, it says:
"Men are the guardians of women, as men have been endowed with authority over women, and are responsible for providing for them financially. And righteous women are devoutly obedient, and guard what God has entrusted them with. If you suspect your wives are deviating, advise them first, and help keep them straight. If they refuse, don't sleep with them, but if they change, don't be too harsh. Surely, God is watchful and aware."
Nadia has read some parts of the Quran but never the entire text. She's religious but may not know this verse well. The problem is that the verse is subject to misinterpretation: does it apply to all women, female family members, or wives? If I don't support her financially, must she still obey me?
To make the verse more direct, I needed a physical Quran. I started looking for fake Qurans on the internet, and stumbled across a website that allowed you to customize your own Quran, tweaking verses, removing or adding them. Perfect!
So, I purchased a customized Quran, altered the verse above, and replaced it with the real one my sister had in her bedroom. The adjusted verse goes:
"Men are the guardians of women, as men have been given authority over all women by God, and are responsible for their protection. Wives must be devotedly obedient and sisters must be devotedly obedient to their brothers. While alone, they must also safeguard what God has bestowed upon them. And if they are requested by their husbands or brothers for intimate relations, they must fulfill this duty. If they refuse, advise them first, but if they persist, they'll be cast to eternal damnation. If they repent, show mercy and don't be unfair. Truly, God is all-powerful and wise."
It's merely a minor change, but it's perfect and not ambiguous like the initial version. I ensured the dimensions and cover of the book remained the same as a genuine Quran to prevent her from noticing any differences and then placed my order.
Several days later, the book arrived through the mail, and my mother delivered the package to me. When I returned home from college, she informed me that a package had arrived for me and placed it on the counter for me. When I inquired about it, I simply replied that it was a textbook for college and that it would assist me in my research. She accepted my response without further inquiry.
I eagerly brandished the package and went to my room up the stairs, opening it and turning to the designated verse. And there it was, written precisely as I had written it: "A triumph! Now to replace it with the one in my sister's room."
Our rooms were adjacent to one another, allowing me to hear her movements. After a while, I heard her door open and observed her head into the bathroom. With a stroke of luck on my side, I swiped her authentic Quran from the shelf and replaced it with my altered version. What a devious plot; I'm hoping everything will go according to plan.
I wanted to leave it in place for a while to ensure she didn't notice anything peculiar, so I waited about a week. When I saw her in her room, I inquired about a generic issue pertaining to Islam that I had been unsure about. She answered me point-blank, but I desired for her to check the Quran to ascertain its validity.
"Well, what does the Quran really say about this, Nadia? I'm not seeking your opinion; I want to know what Allah has to say about it," I said.
"Okay," she said, gesturing toward the Quran. "Let me look in the Quran."
She retrieved the Quran, flipped to the appropriate verse, and recited the response. "See?" I remarked. "I told you, it's nearly identical to what I said."
"Well, I was just checking," I added. She returned the book to its spot on the shelf without noticing any discrepancies. Furthermore, I was preparing to put my plan into action.
My parents were visiting relatives in Morocco, the country we emigrated from, which meant it was only my little sister and me at home. She had just finished her evening prayer, and she was in her room researching. I proceeded to her door, striking up friendly conversation.
"Hey Nadia, how are you doing? Do you need anything - some money?" I asked casual questions. Then I posed the question:
"Nadia, have you not heard that women are meant to be obedient to men?"
"Yes," she answered.
"And I need you to obey me and give me sexual intimacy," I demanded.
"What?!?!" she exclaimed. "I'm your sister! That's insane! Leave my room at once! Go repent immediately!"
I countered, "Muslim sisters are meant to obey their brothers, as the Quran states."
"Yes, but not with sexual acts, right?"
"Yes, sexually too; that's what it says."
She refused to believe it. "No! It absolutely doesn't say that!"
"Then read it for yourself," I instructed.
She opened the Quran and read aloud the edited verse I concocted earlier. Upon hearing it, I inquired, "So, who's right now, huh?"
"I've known about this verse, but I didn't realize it implied sex," she declared.
I smirked and said, "So, obediently follow my instructions and provide me what I want."
"And what is that?" she queried uneasily.
"I require you to suck my penis," I demanded. "I'm tense and require relaxation."
"Okay, I won't risk going to hell," she answered reluctantly.
Fantastic, I thought. My strategy is working!
I sat down on her bed, instructing her to lie on her knees. My sister did not wear makeup and went for a natural appearance as she believed it distracted men. She was well-endowed with smooth, tan skin, full and untouched lips, hazel eyes, and a small nose stud - a common form of adornment allowed in Islam. She was also wearing her hijab, a headscarf required to maintain her modesty in my presence due to my gender, despite being a sibling.
She descended to her knees but immediately voiced her discomfort. "Ouch, the floor hurts my knees!" I laughed and suggested, "Use a pillow under your knees, you idiot!"
When she felt relaxed, she gazed up at me with nervous eyes.
"I've never done anything like this before. In fact, I've never even seen it in a video, so I have no idea what I'm supposed to do."
"Don't worry, I'll guide you through it, Nadia."
Casually, I unzipped my pants and let them drop around my ankles, exposing my fully erect seven-inch cock, nestled within my boxers. Her eyes were fixed on it as I suggested, "Go ahead and take it out of those boxers of yours."
She fumbled around, trying to lift up the boxers and move them to the side while dealing with my erection. Given its size, this proved to be quite difficult. I stood up, pulled my boxers down to reveal my throbbing member, and waited for her to continue. Nadia seemed unsure of what to do, glancing at me with a slightly awkward expression.
"So... you want me to put that in my mouth and suck on it?"
"Exactly."
I instructed her to stroke it a bit first, which she began doing. Her hand felt amazing as she gently jerked my shaft.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
As she did as I asked, I used the wet head of my cock to lubricate her tongue. Some precum leaked out, but she didn't seem to notice. Struggling with the unfamiliar situation, she asked,
"Do I... put it in my mouth and suck?"
"That's right."
I told her to bob her head up and down, sliding her lips up and down my dick. She did just that and the sensation was divine. Her tongue was brushing against my shaft, and she was drooling all over me.
After about half a minute, she paused and asked if it felt okay. I wanted to scream YES, this is amazing! But I knew I couldn't let her know I was enjoying it too much, so I simply said, "Yep, it feels fine." She smiled and, without prompting, returned to her task. She continued her pleasant oral stimulation and I felt the pressure building, knowing that my climax was near. I wanted this experience to last as long as possible, so I urged her to stop.
"Hold still for a bit. Let me enjoy myself for a while. Make my balls feel good."
"Okay."
She began gently fondling my testicles and started massaging my shaft in a way that helped me recover faster. After a few minutes of blissful relaxation, I knew I was ready to take things up a notch, so I told her,
"I want you to swallow it as far as you possibly can. I want you to take it all the way down."
"I'll try."
Despite her hesitation, she followed orders. She started lowering her mouth down onto my shaft and reached as far as she could. Her throat hit my pubic bone, but still some space remained between her lips and my abdomen.
"Keep going... take more."
"I don't know if I can... it hurts my throat."
"Do I need to remind you what Allah says in the Quran?"
"No..." she responded dejectedly.
"What do you need to do again, Nadia?"
"Swallow as much cock as you can."
She tried again but was hitting a wall. She couldn't take more than an inch or two without gagging.
"Sit up, I'll try something else."
I stood up, still with her mouth on my cock. She continued trying to take me all the way in while I was standing. Slowly, she made some progress, but still couldn't quite reach my abdomen.
"Hold on, let me help you."
I carefully held the back of her head and began guiding her deeper and deeper, using gentle force to ease her throat over my semi-erect cock. She choked and gagged several times, but soon made more progress. The aggressive sensations had my cock throbbing, ready to explode.
"That's as far as you can go, right?"
"Yes," she said, gasping for breath.
"Throat's starting to hurt. Can you take a break?"
"Sorry," she protested.
"If you can't handle it, we'll try later!" I said, trying to encourage her. Between her attempts to obey, she asked if I thought she was trying hard enough.
"You're doing great," I replied, assuring her.
She nodded and resumed her task. The motion continued for some time as I held her head. It felt incredible; however, I knew I wouldn't last long. Her throat muscles contracted with each inch she took, "ohh ahh sweet apaji (sister), you're going to make me cum soon."
She became scared. Quickly, she pulled off my dick and yelled, "No! Don't do it in my mouth! It's haram!" referring to the Islamic teachings against pornography.
In the discussions of Islam, the topic of oral sex is a subject of debate. While some scholars argue that it's allowable, others believe it's not. However, rest assured that ejaculating into someone's mouth is strictly forbidden, and there's agreement on that point among all religious leaders.
"I won't ejaculate in your mouth, I promise," she implored.
"I make a promise to God. I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, and you can stroke me off with your hand then," I answered.
She resumed giving me oral pleasure, her slippery pink tongue swirling around my dick which was getting harder and more sensitive by the second. I never felt so hard in my life.
I was nearing orgasm but the desire to cum in her mouth was consuming me. I could just thrust into her throat right as I'm about to explode, and because of her swallowing, she wouldn't taste anything.
My length was almost at the point of eruption. I thought about whether to just pull out or push my cock down her throat. To hell with it, I decided.
"I want you to deepthroat me, swallow my cock like you did before."
Without hesitation, she shifted from working the head of my dick to describing a continuous passage leading to her throat. And right on the verge of climax, I pushed her head onto my groin as hard as possible. Despite her pleading, I held her there, as her lips touched my stomach. I pumped her throat with every inch of my length, my cum swelling within me. The sight of my cock slipping down her throat was awe-inspiring.
I tried to hold in my moans and gasps to deceive her. My legs were trembling, but I stayed firm. She coughed and gagged but eventually the 7-inch chunk slid fully into her oiled throat. I continued milking my semen out as the squeeze of her throat massaged my head.
When I was satisfied, I eased off her head and allowed her to breathe.
"Why did you do that, Amir! I was choking on your cock, I couldn't even breathe!" she exclaimed.
"You swallowed me, my God, you're such a pro at this," I laughed.
"Did it feel good?" she asked, teasing.
"Unbelievably good, but you did it like a great Muslimah," I replied.
Her lips enveloped my dick again, treating it like a religious object. Left unaware that she'd swallowed my cum, I reclined on her bed, trying to regain my composure.
Sensing the situation, she locked lips back around my sensitive, swollen head, working enthusiastically. In her mind, she thought it was normal, but for me, every stroke was a painful reminder of my most recent ejaculation. I wanted her to slow down, but her gusto was incredible. She was the only one in the room who could give me a blowjob and it wasn't until I judged her technique to be detrimental that I removed myself from her grasp.
"I'm about to ejaculate," I announced.
"Then stroke it faster, your little sister needs your seed," she teased.
She swiped her finger around the tip of my dick and sucked it deeply. I asked her to make eye contact, captivated by her gaze. She did, and I uttered, "I'm about to come."
The tension increased, my orgasm edging closer with every up and down motion.
"Get ready, my little Muslimah, you're gonna make me shoot my load," I said.
She worked me with sucking and soft licking, sending shivers down my spine. But despite how much she enjoyed herself, she was starting to tire. A few moments later, I was able to regain control.
I signalled her to continue, and she did, exactly as I instructed her. She expertly used those sucking motions, and her tongue swirled over my tip. All that sumptuous sucking and pleasing was driving me just about crazy.
"Are you close to cumming again?" she asked, satisfied by her progress.
"Yeah, I won't be long before I cum a second time," I declared.
I pointed my dick towards her face and said, "Now you're going to drain my warm sperm, my Muslim sister."
Her eyes met mine, "I'm on the verge of making you ejaculate."
Once the discomfort of the previous moment thinned, I was ready for her mouth again. My cock really sank into her mouth, and she sucked hard and quick as I reached my peak. Nadia responded incredibly fast, stroking me with powerful motions while pumping my testicles into her mouth.
"Are you going to ejaculate soon, my sister?" she inquired.
"Almost, a few more minutes until I'm there," I answered.
When the sensitive edge of my dick subsided, I was ready for her mouth again. I thrust it towards her mouth and told her, "Now it's time to make your Muslim brother cum."
She instantly started slurping my meat into her warm mouth and bobbing her head while resting her throat around my sperm-laden length.
"Oh, you're bringing me closer to my climax, little sister," I groaned.
"I'll make you shoot your loving load," she taunted.
I felt the base of my dick twitching as I approached climax. And as my orgasm began, I grabbed her neck, thrusting my throbber as hard as I could. I didn't want to scare her away with my gasps or screams, so I tried to maintain silence. Instead, I simply tightened my grip on her neck to prevent her from leaving, noticing the saliva pouring from her mouth.
My entire body trembled, I could barely catch my breath as I panted lightly.
A gush of hot cum sprayed across her cheeks, then a second shot onto her headscarf, and a third landed on her loose-fitting clothes. With each drop, she skillfully massaged the last bits of pleasure from me, rubbing the tip of my penis until the very last drop of sensation escaped. Right before letting go of my cock, she affectionately stroked it a few times on the overly sensitive head, making me jerk with the intensity of it all.
"Whoa, not the head, it's so sensitive now that I just came."
She chuckled, "That's payback for thrusting your dick down my throat so violently."
I laughed in agreement.
I complimented her on her oral skills and her obedience as a Muslim woman. She gleamed before instructing me to leave the room so she could change and tidy herself up.
I returned to my room, lay down on my bed, completely worn out and full of strong emotions after such a wonderful experience. Not only did my strategy work flawlessly, but her blowjob abilities were outstanding, considering she's a virgin and had never done it before. A natural, I thought. Next time, I plan to fuck her pussy. It must be incredibly tight.
In case our parents discover what we've been doing and force me out of the house, making me homeless, it was truly worth it!
I felt my face heat up and the corners of my mouth turn upward into a smirk, remembering the fearsome anticipation that built up inside me just earlier, but knowing everything had gone according to plan, I could finally relax.
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