I am Ishrat.
Morning came too soon. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of our small wedding room. I woke up to the sound of the door opening.
Mom stepped inside carrying a tray of tea and breakfast for the new couple. The moment she saw the scene, she froze.
Sabiha was lying completely naked on the bed, her fair body glowing in the morning light. Her legs were tangled with Sadab's, her big breasts pressed against his chest, and she was hugging him tightly like he was the most precious treasure in the world. Dried cum was visible on her thighs and between her legs. Sadab's hand was casually resting on her bare ass.
Mom's eyes widened in shock. The tray almost fell from her hands.
"What is this?!" she shouted, her voice cracking with anger and disbelief. "Sabiha?! Why are you naked in your sister's bed? What happened here?!"
Sabiha woke up with a start, her face turning bright red. She tried to cover herself with the blanket but it was too late. In a shaky voice she said, "Ammi… I also love Sadab. Since Ishrat is pregnant and couldn't complete the suhaag raat… I helped him. I gave him the pleasure of the first night."
Mom's face turned red with rage. She kept the tray down and started beating both of us — first me, then Sabiha. Slaps landed on our cheeks and arms while she cried and scolded, "Have you both gone mad? One daughter ruins her life by getting pregnant before marriage, and now the elder one also does this shameless thing on the very first night!"
We both cried and begged her to stop. After a few minutes, Mom finally sighed deeply, exhausted. She walked to the door, closed it firmly, and turned back to us with a stern face.
"Not a single word of this to anyone outside this house. Do you both understand? This stays inside these four walls."
I and Sabiha nodded quickly, tears still rolling down our cheeks. "Yes, Ammi," we whispered together.
From that day onward, everything changed.
Sabiha started living with us in the same house. Our small home now had me (the pregnant wife), Sadab (my husband), and Sabiha (my elder sister who had become his secret second woman). Mom didn't say anything more about it, but she kept strict control so no outsider would ever suspect.
Sadab was overjoyed with the new arrangement. Just like he used to fuck me madly before I became pregnant, he now fucked Sabiha with the same hunger — every single day, sometimes multiple times.
He took her in every possible way. In the morning, when I was still sleeping or feeling nauseous, he would pull Sabiha into the bathroom and fuck her standing against the wall. In the afternoon, when Mom was out for grocery shopping or resting, he would drag her to our bedroom, make her strip completely, and pound her pussy hard on the same bed where I slept at night. At night, after I had gone to sleep early because of pregnancy tiredness, he would sneak into Sabiha's room and fuck her for hours.
He didn't spare even her asshole. One evening I heard loud moans from Sabiha's room. When I quietly peeked, Sadab had her bent over the bed, her ass cheeks spread wide. He had applied some oil and was thrusting his thick cock deep into her tight virgin asshole. Sabiha was biting the pillow to muffle her screams — a mix of pain and pleasure. "Ahhh… Sadab… it's too big… slow…" she cried, but he kept fucking her ass mercilessly until he filled it with his cum.
After that, her asshole became his favourite too. Almost every day he used both her holes — sometimes pussy first, then ass, sometimes only ass when he wanted to be rough.
Because of the constant hard fucking, Sabiha started having trouble walking properly. Her pussy and asshole were always sore and swollen. In the mornings, when she tried to walk to the kitchen, her legs would shake and she would walk with a slight limp, thighs pressed together. She would blush deeply whenever she caught me looking at her. Sometimes she couldn't even sit comfortably and would wince when she tried.
Sadab didn't care. He was like a hungry animal. He would fuck Sabiha madly whenever he got the chance — rough, deep, and always without a condom, flooding both her pussy and ass with load after load of his sperm.
I watched all this happening in my own house, carrying his child in my belly. A part of me felt strangely satisfied that my husband was happy and getting what he wanted. But another part — the bigger part — was slowly filling with regret and fear.
I had invited my own sister into my marriage on the very first night, and now there was no going back.
Our small family had turned into something twisted and secret. And every time I saw Sabiha limping the next morning with fresh marks on her body, I realised I had opened a door that could never be closed again.
I am Ishrat — pregnant wife, silent spectator, and the girl who made the biggest mistake of her young life.