I am Ishrat.
Months passed in a strange, hidden rhythm inside our house. My belly grew bigger every day. Sadab continued fucking Sabiha almost every single day — sometimes twice, sometimes even three times. Her pussy and asshole were used so roughly that she often walked with a limp, biting her lip in pain when she sat down. I watched everything silently while my own body changed with pregnancy.
Then one day, my labour pains started. I delivered a beautiful baby girl — Sadab's daughter. We named her Ayesha. Everyone was happy on the surface. My parents and Sadab's parents came to see the baby, but behind the smiles, they were worried. Two young daughters in one house, both involved with the same boy — it was a scandal waiting to explode if anyone outside found out.
So, secretly, without telling me or Sabiha at first, our mom, dad, and Sadab's parents arranged Sabiha's wedding with Sadab. It was a quiet nikah in a small masjid with only immediate family. Now Sadab had two wives under the same roof — me and my elder sister Sabiha. Legally and religiously, both of us were his.
A few weeks after my delivery, it was Sabiha's turn. She also became pregnant with Sadab's child. The doctor confirmed it — she was carrying his baby too.
That same night, after everyone had gone to sleep and the house was quiet, Sadab came to me.
Sabiha was resting in her room, tired and already feeling the early signs of pregnancy. Sadab entered my room, his eyes dark with hunger. He locked the door and looked at me lying on the bed, still recovering from childbirth but no longer heavily pregnant.
"Ish…" he said softly, climbing onto the bed. "Sabiha is pregnant now. Tonight, I want you."
I was nervous. My body hadn't fully healed, but I didn't refuse him. He gently removed my nightie, exposing my breasts which were still full of milk. He sucked on my nipples, drinking a little of my milk while his hands roamed over my softer, post-pregnancy body.
Then he turned me over onto my stomach. "I want your asshole tonight, Ish," he whispered. "I've never taken it from you before."
I shivered. I had seen how roughly he used Sabiha's ass, but I didn't stop him. He applied some coconut oil on his thick, hard cock and on my tight, untouched asshole. He rubbed the head against my puckered hole for a long time, teasing it open slowly.
When he pushed inside, I gasped loudly in pain. "Ahhh… Sadu… it hurts… it's too big…" My asshole stretched painfully around his thickness. He kept pushing until half his cock was buried inside my virgin ass. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but he didn't stop. He held my hips firmly and started thrusting — slow at first, then deeper and faster.
The pain slowly mixed with a strange, full sensation. Sadab fucked my asshole harder, groaning with pleasure. "So tight… fuck, Ish… your ass feels even better than Sabiha's…"
He pounded me for a long time, his balls slapping against my pussy. Finally, with a deep grunt, he came hard inside my asshole, filling it with thick, hot spurts of his cum. I felt every pulse as he emptied himself deep in my bowels.
After he pulled out, cum leaked from my gaping asshole onto the bedsheet. I lay there panting, sore in both body and mind.
Sadab kissed my back and whispered, "Now both my wives are mine completely."
From that night onward, the pattern continued. Sadab had two pregnant wives under one roof — me with our daughter Ayesha, and Sabiha carrying his second child. He fucked us both whenever he wanted, using our pussies and assholes without protection, often switching between us in the same night.
I had once been his only love. Now I was sharing him with my own sister, and our secret family was growing in the most complicated, sinful way possible.
I am Ishrat — mother of his daughter, wife number one, and the girl who started everything with one foolish decision on our wedding night.
And every time I saw Sadab disappear into Sabiha's room or felt his cum leaking from my own asshole, I wondered how much further this would go before everything broke.