I am Ishrat.
That afternoon, the house was filled with the sound of children's laughter. Noor was sitting on the floor of the living room, playing with my daughter Ayesha and Sabiha's two sons, Ahmed and Bilal. She looked so innocent and happy, teasing them gently whenever they stuttered while trying to speak. "Ayesha beta, say 'water' properly… not 'wa-wa'," she laughed, her long hair falling over one shoulder as she clapped for them. The kids adored her already.
I was watching from the doorway when Sadab suddenly came and stood behind me. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear, and whispered in a low, determined voice:
"I am gonna fuck Noor."
My heart skipped. I turned to him quickly and whispered back, "Why, Sadab? Aren't Sabiha and I enough for you? Both of us sisters… we let you fuck our pussies and asses whenever you want. We even take it raw in the ass sometimes. Why do you need her?"
He looked at me with that same hungry look I knew too well. "Yes, you both satisfy me, but I miss raw sex. Real raw sex — no condom, no pulling out, cumming deep inside a tight young pussy. You two have stopped letting me do that. I want to feel a girl completely, skin to skin, and fill her womb again."
I felt a mix of anger and helplessness. "Go try then," I said bitterly. "But she won't fall for your charm so easily. She is just 18 and innocent."
Sadab gave a confident smirk and replied, "Just watch, Ish. She is not only going to fall for my charm… I will make her give birth to my child."
Before I could say anything more, he walked straight towards Noor.
Noor was still on the floor, laughing with the kids. Sadab casually sat down beside her. For the past few days he had been talking to her a lot — helping with her phone, taking her and the kids for small outings — so she had become comfortable with his presence. When he gently held her hand while pretending to show her how to stack the blocks for the children, she didn't pull away. She only blushed a little and smiled.
Sadab then looked at my son Rehan, who was trying to crawl towards Noor, and asked her softly, "Noor, do you like children?"
She nodded happily, her eyes shining. "Yes, bhaiya… I love them so much. They are so cute."
Sadab's voice became even softer, almost seductive. "Have you ever thought how your own child would look?"
Noor's cheeks turned pink instantly. She looked down shyly, playing with the edge of her dupatta. "I… I don't know," she whispered, clearly embarrassed but not uncomfortable.
Sadab gave her a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with intent. He leaned a little closer and said in a low voice that only she (and I, standing nearby) could hear:
"Don't worry… I will make you see."
Noor blushed even deeper, not fully understanding the weight of his words, but something in his tone made her bite her lower lip. She glanced at him for a second longer than necessary before looking back at the children.
I stood there frozen, watching my husband openly starting his game with my young, beautiful cousin. Sabiha, who had also heard everything from the kitchen door, gave me a worried look.
Sadab had made his intention clear.
He was not going to stop until he fucked Noor raw, impregnated her, and made her carry his child — just like he had done to me and then to Sabiha.
And the worst part was… a small, twisted part of me was already wondering whether Noor would resist… or whether she would fall just as easily as we once had.
I am Ishrat — watching history slowly repeat itself again, this time with my own cousin sister, right inside our home.