Fira was engrossed in her phone, scrolling through articles that ranged from bizarre to educational, when she stumbled upon a piece titled "The Enigmatic Variations of the Male Anatomy." She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the medical diagrams and the promise of enlightenment within the digital pages. The bright screen cast a cool glow on her cheeks as she skimmed through the different types of penises: mushroom, banana, and the elusive chili pepper. A smirk grew across her lips as she pondered the implications of such knowledge.
Without a second thought, she called out to her mother, Kak Zainab, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Umi!," she exclaimed, "you've got to see this!" Kak Zainab wiped her hands on a dishtowel and joined Fira, curiosity piquing her interest. She leaned over Fira's shoulder and studied the images, her eyes widening with each new revelation. They both chuckled at the absurdity of the topic, yet found themselves drawn into the details of each penis type and its supposed 'performance' characteristics.
Just then, a door creaked open, and in stumbled Zaidi, Kak Zainab's 24-year-old son. Fresh from the shower, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his athletic chest glistening with water droplets. In his hand, he held a pair of crumpled green Renoma bikini briefs. The two women couldn't help but cast glances at the bulge under the towel, their thoughts racing with the possibilities. Was he one of the 'narrow base, large tip' kind? It was a thought that sent a thrill through both of them, a silent question that hung in the air.
Zaidi playfully shot them a look as he passed, sensing their curiosity but oblivious to the exact nature of it. "What are you two ogling at?" he joked, the towel riding low on his hips. He sauntered to his room to change, not noticing the sly glances that followed him. As he disappeared down the hall, Fira and Kak Zainab exchanged knowing smiles. It was clear that neither could get the image out of their heads. They both hoped that the article's description was accurate.
When he returned, dressed in his police uniform, the bulge was even more pronounced. The tight material outlined his manhood, and he walked with a certain swagger that made it impossible to ignore. Fira felt a strange warmth spread through her body, and she noticed her mother's cheeks flushing as they both tried to act casually.
"Looks like you're ready for duty," Kak Zainab said, her voice slightly shakier than usual.
Zaidi chuckled, completely oblivious to the hidden meaning behind their stares. "Just trying to keep the peace in our little town," he replied, flexing his muscles in a playful manner.
Later that evening, the house was filled with the aroma of Kak Zainab's cooking as they all sat down for dinner. The conversation was light and filled with laughter, but the undercurrent of curiosity remained. Fira and Kak Zainab exchanged glances whenever they could, their thoughts wandering back to the article and the tantalizing mystery of Zaidi's anatomy.
As the meal wound down, Fira excused herself to use the bathroom, leaving Kak Zainab and Zaidi to clear the table. The moment Fira was out of earshot, Kak Zainab leaned in closer to her son. "Zaidi," she began with a sly smile, "we were just talking about the article Fira showed me earlier. What do you think your type might be?"
Zaidi paused, a dish in hand, looking confused. "What article?"
Kak Zainab tried to keep her cool, playing it off. "Oh, just something Fira found online about... well, you know, men's... uh, penises."
Zaidi looked at his mom with a raised eyebrow, unsure how to respond. He had never talked about such matters with his mother, but he felt an unexpected jolt of excitement at the thought of her curiosity. "Why would you two be talking about that?"
Fira re-entered the room, her cheeks flushed from the bathroom's steam. "It was just a bit of fun, really. You know how those articles can be, full of strange facts." She took the plates from Kak Zainab and started to clear the table, her eyes darting back to the bulge in her brother's pants.
The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken desires. As they cleared the dishes away, the conversation drifted to more mundane topics, but the air remained charged with anticipation. When Kak Zainab suggested they all watch a movie to relax, Fira couldn't help but think it was a perfect opportunity to get closer to the truth.
They settled into the living room, the couch fitting snugly against their bodies. Fira chose a film that she hoped would ease any awkwardness, a light-hearted comedy that had everyone laughing within minutes. But as the night grew late and the laughs subsided, the film took a more intimate turn, and the room grew quieter. The scene unfolded on the screen, a couple in the throes of passion, and Fira and Kak Zainab found themselves glancing at each other, and then at the man between them.
Zaidi, seemingly oblivious to their thoughts, shifted in his seat, his hand brushing against his crotch, adjusting the uncomfortable bulge. Both women's gazes fell to his hand, and for a moment, it was as if time had stopped. They watched, their breaths held, as his fingers lingered, caressing the outline of his penis through the fabric of his uniform. The sight was too much for them to handle, and they exchanged a knowing look.
The film's plot grew more intense, the sexual tension on-screen mirroring the unspoken desires in the room. Fira felt a warmth spread between her legs, and she knew her mother was experiencing something similar. They were both acutely aware of Zaidi's proximity and the power he held, both as the man of the house and as the subject of their forbidden curiosity.
Kak Zainab's eyes never left the screen, but her mind was racing with thoughts of her son's hidden treasure. Her hand slipped from the couch cushion to her lap, her fingers playing idly with the hem of her skirt. Fira noticed her mother's distraction and felt a thrill at the shared secret.
The movie ended with a kiss, the credits rolling as the tension in the room remained. Fira took a deep breath, deciding to be the one to break the silence. "Well, that was quite... enlightening," she said with a sly smile.
Zaidi turned to them, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. "What's gotten into you two?" he asked, his hand still resting on his crotch.
Kak Zainab took a deep breath and decided to confront the elephant in the room. "Zaidi," she began, her voice a low purr, "we were just wondering if you knew what type you had... you know, from that article."
Zaidi's eyes widened, realizing what they were referring to. He couldn't believe his ears as he chuckled nervously. "You guys are seriously thinking about that?" He shifted his position again, the bulge in his pants growing more apparent.
Fira leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, it's just curiosity. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," she said, her voice a seductive whisper.
Zaidi felt his heart race as he looked from his sister to his mother, both of them looking at him with a hunger he hadn't seen before. He knew he should be uncomfortable, but the thrill was too intense to ignore. He took a moment to compose himself, the fabric of his pants stretching as his cock swelled in response to their gazes.
"I-it's just an article," he stammered, trying to downplay the situation. But as he stood to leave the room, he found his legs unsteady. The bulge in his pants was now undeniable, and he knew they could both see it.
"Why don't you just tell us?" Kak Zainab's voice was soft but insistent. "It's not like it's a big deal, right?"
Zaidi's cheeks burned, but he felt a strange thrill at the idea of satisfying their curiosity. He took a deep breath and turned to face them, his hand hovering over his fly. "Fine," he said, his voice thick with anticipation. "But only because you two are acting so crazy about it."
Slowly, he unzipped his pants, his eyes locked on their faces. Fira and Kak Zainab watched with bated breath, their eyes wide as he revealed the truth. His cock sprang free, and both women gasped. It was everything they had hoped for: a narrow base that swelled to an impressive, bulbous tip.
"Well?" he asked, a coy smile playing on his lips as he looked down at his erection.
Fira couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight before her, her heart racing. The large, engorged head looked so enticing, and she could almost feel the heat radiating from it. She glanced at her mother, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of shock and desire. Kak Zainab's hand was still resting on her thigh, but her gaze was now transfixed on Zaidi's cock.
"It's... it's just like in the article," Kak Zainab managed to murmur, her voice trembling slightly. "The narrow base, large tip... it's the best kind."
Fira nodded, her own eyes glued to the mesmerizing sight. The room was heavy with an erotic charge that none of them could deny. "It's so... big," she whispered, unable to keep the awe out of her voice.
Zaidi felt his cock twitch under their gaze, his body responding to their admiration. "You guys are really into this," he said, his voice thick with arousal.
Fira bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his shaft. "We just want to... explore it," she murmured, her hand reaching out tentatively to touch the velvety skin.
Zaidi's breath hitched as Fira's fingertips grazed his erection, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He looked at Kak Zainab, who nodded slowly, her eyes filled with a hunger she couldn't hide. He stepped closer to them, his cock bobbing with each step.
Fira reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around his girth, her thumb caressing the sensitive ridge of his head. She marveled at the softness of his skin, the way it stretched tightly over the hardness beneath. Her mother watched intently, her own hand moving to mirror Fira's movements, the two of them working in silent harmony.
Kak Zainab leaned in, her breath hot on his skin as she took in his scent, feeling a warmth spread through her. "It's so... perfect," she murmured, her hand shaking slightly as she touched him.
Zaidi groaned, his knees going weak at their combined touch. He hadn't expected this, but the feeling was overwhelming. He looked down at them, his sister and mother, both looking up at him with such hunger in their eyes. He felt like he was in a dream.
Fira leaned in and took the tip of his penis into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the slit. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. Kak Zainab watched, her own hand now stroking him in a firm, rhythmic motion. The warm wetness of Fira's mouth was too much for him to handle, and he let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Kak Zainab, unable to resist any longer, leaned in and joined her daughter, taking his shaft into her mouth alongside Fira. The feeling of two mouths on him was exquisite, a sensation he had never experienced before. They worked together, licking and sucking, their tongues occasionally meeting as they moved in unison.
Fira felt a thrill run through her body as she tasted the saltiness of her brother's precum. She had never been this close to a man's sex before, let alone her own brother's. But in this moment, all she could think about was how good it felt to have him in her mouth, how much she wanted to please him.
Kak Zainab, equally lost in the moment, took more of him, her teeth grazing the tender flesh. The sight of her mother doing this sent a jolt of excitement through Fira's core, making her own movements more eager.
Zaidi's cock was now a battleground of pleasure as they both vied for dominance, their tongues dancing around his shaft, their teeth scraping lightly, creating a symphony of sensations that had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy. His hips began to rock, fucking their mouths in a silent rhythm that seemed to speak of his need.
The sound of their slurping and the occasional gag filled the room, only serving to make the situation more arousing. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening in anticipation. He looked down at the two most important women in his life, their eyes filled with lust and adoration, and he knew he was going to cum hard.
"I'm going to...," he warned them, his voice strained.
Fira and Kak Zainab didn't stop. They were in a trance, each eager to claim their prize. The tension grew as his cock swelled even larger in their mouths. The sight of their shared desire was too much for him, and with a roar, he emptied himself into their waiting mouths.
They didn't flinch, instead, they eagerly swallowed his hot cum, savoring the taste as it filled their mouths. The room was silent except for their slurping sounds and the heavy panting of their breaths. As the last drops fell onto their tongues, they looked up at him, their eyes glowing with victory.
Zaidi's legs felt like jelly, and he stumbled backward, barely managing to keep himself upright. "Fuck," he gasped, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. "That was..."
"AMAZING," Fira finished for him, her lips glistening with his cum. She giggled, looking over at her mother who was wiping her mouth daintily. Kak Zainab's cheeks were flushed, but she had a satisfied smile on her face.
Zaidi couldn't believe what had just happened. His mother and sister had sucked his cock, and they both seemed to enjoy it. The realization of their incestuous act began to sink in, but the afterglow of the intense orgasm clouded his judgment.
Fira stood up, wiping her mouth, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "We should do this more often," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Kak Zainab, still seated, licked her lips and nodded. "Maybe we can make it a... tradition?" she suggested, her eyes flicking to Zaidi's still-hard cock.
Zaidi's brain was racing with the sudden turn of events. The taboo nature of what they had done didn't fully hit him yet, the pleasure still pulsing through his veins like a drug. "I... I don't know," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure.
Fira stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry, big brother," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "We'll keep this our little secret."
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