"Mak, who's that?" Fira's voice was filled with curiosity as she pointed at the man standing outside their house.
Kak Zainab paused mid-sentence, her heart skipping a beat. She looked up from her kitchen chores to find a figure that sent a jolt of recognition through her. It was a face she hadn't seen in a decade, yet it remained etched in her memory as if it were yesterday. "That is your abang," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she set down the plate she had been holding.
The girls exchanged puzzled glances, their eyes widening as they took in the handsome stranger. Fira and Fina had only heard stories of their elder half-brother, Zaki. They had seen a few old photographs, but this was the first time they were about to meet him in person. Kak Zainab took a deep breath, her eyes misting over, and walked to the door. She felt a whirlwind of emotions as she stepped outside – excitement, anxiety, and a hint of regret for the lost years.
"Zaki," she called out, her voice filled with warmth and a touch of shyness. The man looked up, and the smile that spread across his face was a mirror image of the one she had seen in her mind countless times. He had grown so much, yet he was still the same little boy she remembered. "Mak," he said, his deep voice resonating with affection as he approached her. They embraced tightly, the years of separation seemingly melting away in that one moment.
The two stepped inside, and Kak Zainab introduced Zaki to Fira and Fina. The girls stared at him with a mix of awe and curiosity, taking in every detail of their brother's face, trying to find traces of themselves in his features. "Assalamualaikum, abang," they said in unison, shyly.
Zaki looked down at them, his heart swelling with a love. He knelt down to their level, his soft fabric slacks stretching slightly to accommodate his muscular thighs. The outline of his substantial package was impossible to miss, and it was at the perfect eye-level for the nine and ten-year-old girls. They stared at it, their innocent minds trying to process the sight. Fira's cheeks flushed as she thought, "It looks...fat," while Fina's eyes went wide, her mind racing with questions she wasn't quite ready to ask.
The room was thick with unspoken tension as the sisters took in their brother's presence. Kak Zainab, noticing their stares, cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to steer the conversation away from the elephant in the room. "Girls, why don't we sit down and talk?" she suggested, guiding them to the couch. As they sat, the outline of Zaki's manhood was still visible, and it was all Fira and Fina could do not to stare. They had seen their mother's adult magazines with half-dressed football players before, but never in person, and certainly not from their own brother.
Zaki sat down opposite them, his legs spread comfortably apart. The fabric of his pants pulled tightly across his crotch, the girls couldn't help but steal glances, their young minds trying to piece together what they were seeing with what they knew from those adult magazine's. Fira, the more curious of the two, found her eyes drawn to the bulge, her cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.
Kak Zainab cleared her throat again, trying to distract the girls from their blatant staring. "So, Zaki, tell us about your job," she said, her eyes flicking to the TV for a brief moment before returning to her son. She was proud of his choice to become a police officer, despite the risks it entailed.
Zaki leaned back into the couch, his muscles flexing as he adjusted his position, unaware of the show he was unintentionally putting on. "It's tough, but rewarding," he said, his gaze shifting between his sisters. "Every day is different. I get to help people, keep the streets safe."
Kak Zainab nodded, her eyes darting to the TV and back to Zaki, trying to focus on his words rather than the distraction in his pants. She felt a strange mix of maternal love and an unexpected attraction, which she quickly pushed aside. "That's what's important," she said, her voice steadying. "I'm sure your father's proud."
The mention of his father brought a soft smile to Zaki's face, and he nodded in agreement.
As they talked, Kak Zainab couldn't help but wonder what kind of underwear such a fit and attractive man like Zaki would prefer. Would it be boxers, offering comfort and a casual look, or perhaps briefs that hugged his body tightly, highlighting every contour? Or could it be something more...revealing, like a jockstrap or bikini underwear? The thought was strange, even inappropriate, but she couldn't shake it from her mind. She had always been a practical woman, but the sight of her son's generous package had stirred something within her.
Zaki, on the other hand, remained oblivious to the intense scrutiny. He was too caught up in the joy of reconnecting with his mother and half sisters to notice their wandering eyes. He chuckled as he recounted a story from his training days, the sound of his laughter filling the room with warmth. Fira and Fina sat, spellbound, taking in every word, every gesture, trying to understand this new person who was both a stranger and family.
As the evening progressed, they all grew more comfortable with each other. The tension eased as the conversation turned to lighter topics like school, hobbies, and favorite foods. Fira and Fina talked excitedly about their love for swimming, and Zaki's face lit up as he recalled his own childhood days spent splashing in the water.
"You know," said Kak Zainab, her eyes sparkling with an idea, "We should all go to the waterfall this weekend. It's such a beautiful spot, and it's been ages since I've been." The girls squealed with excitement, and Zaki nodded enthusiastically, his smile genuine. It was a perfect opportunity to bond and create new memories as a family.
The mention of the waterfall brought a mischievous glint to Kak Zainab's eye. She noticed the way Fira and Fina had been sneaking peeks at their brother's crotch and thought a day out in the open might give them a chance to satisfy their curiosity without being too obvious. Plus, she couldn't deny the thrill of seeing Zaki in something more revealing. The thought of him in a pair of tight speedos was... intriguing.
As the weekend approached, Kak Zainab couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She had picked out her own swimsuit with care, something that would flatter her figure but also be appropriate for a mother. The night before the trip, she lay in bed, her thoughts drifting to the sight of Zaki in the water, his muscles rippling as he swam, and that alluring bulge that had been on her mind since their reunion. She pushed the thoughts away, feeling guilty for even entertaining them, but they lingered like a secret craving.
The day of the outing dawned bright and early. The family packed up the car with picnic supplies and towels, the air thick with anticipation. Zaki arrived, dressed in casual shorts and a t-shirt, his physique already hinting at the treasure beneath. The drive to the waterfall was filled with laughter and chatter, the awkwardness of their first meeting slowly dissolving like sugar in tea.
Kak Zainab sat in the passenger seat, her eyes straying every so often to the bulge between Zaki's muscular thighs. His shorts were flimsier than she had expected, the outline of his generous package was prominent, a testament to his size and the obvious care he took in his physical appearance. It was a sight that made her feel both maternal warmth and an undeniable thirst she hadn't felt in years. She swallowed hard, her eyes lingering on the spot where his shaft met his thigh, the fabric stretching tautly over his heavy package.
Zaki, blissfully unaware of his mother's internal turmoil, focused on the road ahead, his hand resting casually on the gear stick. As he shifted gears, his thigh muscles tensed and released, the movement causing the bulge to shift slightly. Kak Zainab's eyes followed the subtle motion, her thoughts wandering to the object of their weekend discussion – his swimsuit. Would it be something that would leave as much to the imagination as his current attire, or would it be something more...revealing? Her pulse quickened at the thought, and she forced herself to look away, pretending to be engrossed in the scenery outside the car window.
The car journey to the waterfall was filled with the chirpy banter of Fira and Fina in the backseat, their excitement for the day's adventure spilling over into giggles and whispers. Kak Zainab tried to focus on their chatter, but her mind kept drifting back to the tantalizing glimpse of Zaki's manhood. She felt a strange, inexplicable desire to reach out and touch, to feel the heat of his flesh beneath the fabric. The urge was so strong that she had to clench her fists to keep them from acting on impulse.
Zaki's phone buzzed to life, jolting her from her thoughts. He glanced down at the screen, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the caller ID. "It's work," he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "I need to take this."
Kak Zainab nodded, her gaze lingering on the phone nestled between his thigh. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and her hand twitched with the urge to touch. "Sure," she said, her voice a little too eager. "I can grab it for you."
Leaning over, she reached for the phone, her arm brushing against the inside of his thigh. Her heart raced as her fingertips grazed the bulge. The fabric was indeed flimsy, and she could feel the outline of his manhood, the softness of the shaft giving way to the firmness of his testicles. Her eyes darted to his face, checking for any signs of discomfort or awareness, but Zaki was focused on the road, his expression calm and collected.
The brief contact had sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she found herself unable to resist taking a quick peek as she handed the phone to Zaki. The bulge was more pronounced, and she felt a strange thrill run through her. She quickly averted her gaze, hoping the flush on her cheeks would be mistaken for the warmth of the morning sun. The girls in the backseat chattered away, oblivious to the silent dance of desire playing out in the front.
As they arrived at the waterfall, Zaki parked the car and turned to the girls with a grin. "Alright, who's ready to hit the water?"
Fira and Fina squealed with excitement, jumping out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop. Kak Zainab took a moment longer, her eyes lingering on Zaki as he stretched. The fabric of his shorts strained against his bulging crotch, leaving her mouth dry. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt such a potent mix of desire and guilt. Shaking her head, she stepped out of the car, trying to focus on anything but the way Zaki filled out his clothes.
They made their way down the well-trodden path to the waterfall, the sound of rushing water growing louder with every step. Zaki led the way, his strong strides eating up the ground, his shorts riding low on his hips. Kak Zainab couldn't help but admire the way his muscles moved beneath the thin fabric, each step flexing the bulge in a hypnotic rhythm. She felt a strange sense of pride that she had given birth to such a specimen of masculine beauty.
Finally, they reached the clearing where the waterfall cascaded into a crystal-clear pool. Fira and Fina dashed to the water's edge, their squeals of excitement echoing through the forest. Zaki followed at a more leisurely pace, his eyes on his sisters, making sure they were safe. As they reached the pool, he looked around, his gaze finally settling on his mother.
Kak Zainab felt the weight of his stare, her cheeks flushing. She looked up to meet his eyes and was struck by the warmth and concern she saw there. He looked at her with the same love and care she had always hoped to see in her son's eyes. But now, those eyes held a hint of something more – a maturity and depth that she hadn't seen before. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to him, her thoughts racing with images of his muscular body, water sluicing over his bare skin, his package generous bulge now a prominent feature in her mind.
Her imagination took over, picturing the amount of cum that must be sloshing around in Zaki's testicles. Would it be thick and creamy like the desserts she made for special occasions? The thought was both shocking and tantalizing, sending a rush of heat to her core. She had to consciously remind herself that he was her son, that these thoughts were taboo. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something undeniably alluring about the man her little boy had become.
Zaki looked at her expectantly, his hand resting on the waistband of his shorts. "Well?" he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Kak Zainab felt a knot form in her stomach, her eyes widening slightly. She had hoped that maybe, just maybe, her imagination had been exaggerating the size of his manhood. But as he began to pull down his shorts, she realized that she had been fooling herself. The white Renoma bikini briefs that were revealed were indeed stretched to the maximum, the fabric straining against the generous bulge of his cock. She swallowed hard, her throat dry as she took in the sight.
Zaki stepped closer to the water's edge, his eyes still on his mother as he spoke. "Isn't it beautiful here, Mak?" He was unaware of the internal struggle playing out just beneath the surface of her calm exterior. His voice was warm, inviting, and filled with the kind of affection that could melt the sternest of hearts.
Kak Zainab nodded, her eyes drifting to his crotch once more. The bikini briefs he wore were doing their best to contain his substantial package, but the outline was clear. The plump shaft and heavy testicles filled the space in front of her, the fat mushroom tip of his cock clearly visible, straining against the fabric. The sight was almost too much to bear, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and touch. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the chance to see her son in such a light, despite the dark desires it stirred within her.
"Where did you get those, Zaki?" she asked, her voice a little too high-pitched. "They look...comfortable."
Zaki looked down, and chuckled. "Just a shop at the mall, Mak. Nothing fancy." He shrugged, his cheeks coloring slightly.
Emboldened by his nonchalance, Kak Zainab reached out, her hand brushing against the fabric of his briefs. "They really do suit you," she said, her voice a little too eager. "How did you know your size would be right?"
Zaki looked at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Trial and error, Mak," he replied, his voice low and intimate. "But I'm happy with the fit."
The conversation was innocent, but the air between them was charged with something more. Kak Zainab's hand lingered on the fabric covering his crotch, feeling the heat of his body through the material. "They're very...snug," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zaki chuckled, his eyes dropping to the hand resting on his thigh. "Yeah, they do," he said, his voice a little gruff. "It's a brand that specializes in, uh, accommodating men with more... substantial assets." He paused, his cheeks reddening slightly. "They're pretty popular with athletes, especially football players."
Kak Zainab felt the blood rush to her face as the words 'substantial assets' reverberated in her mind. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with her own son, but the curiosity was too great to resist. "And they have a good range of sizes?" she asked, trying to keep her tone casual despite the racing of her heart.
Zaki nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Yes, they do. It's surprising how many guys have trouble finding underwear that fits well," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "They even have a size guide on their website, which was helpful when I was picking out these." He reached down to adjust himself slightly, the fabric tightening even more around his shaft.
Kak Zainab's gaze followed his hand, her curiosity piqued. "A size guide?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. "What's the largest size they offer?"
Zaki's eyes flicked to hers, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Well, Mak," he said, "I'm not sure. But I can tell you that they go pretty big." His hand rested on the bulge, his thumb tracing the outline of his shaft, his touch light but deliberate. "Big enough for even the most... endowed athletes."
Kak Zainab's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes glued to his hand. She felt a strange mix of emotions – shock, arousal, and a sudden, intense curiosity. "Is that so?" she managed to say, her voice a whisper.
"Mm-hmm," Zaki murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why do you ask, Mak?"
Kak Zainab's heart hammered in her chest, her hand still resting on the fabric that barely contained his manhood. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I was just wondering what size you wear," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't believe she had just asked her son such a personal question, but she couldn't help herself.
Zaki looked down at his briefs, the fabric tight against his groin. "Oh, these?" He paused, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "They're a size XL, Mak. But they still fit pretty well." He gave a little shimmy, making the bulge dance in front of her.
Kak Zainab felt a sudden, intense warmth spread through her body. The sight of her son's cock, thick and full even in its flaccid state, was more than she could handle. "But, what about when...you know, when it's not just...resting?" She stumbled over her words, her cheeks flaming red.
Zaki looked down at his crotch, the fabric of his briefs stretched taut over his manhood. He chuckled, a low, deep sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Well, Mak, it does get a bit bigger when it's...you know, when it's not just resting." His eyes met hers, a hint of mischief in them. "But, don't worry, these can handle it."
Kak Zainab felt a sudden, intense need to see for herself. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't resist the temptation. "Show me," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the rush of the waterfall.
Zaki's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't move to stop her as she reached out and tugged at the elastic waistband of his briefs. The fabric gave way easily, revealing his cock, which was already half-hard from the conversation. It sprang out, thick and proud, the mushroom tip flushed with arousal. Fira and Fina had wandered off to play, giving them a moment of privacy.
Kak Zainab gasped, her hand hovering over his cock. "Zaki, what are we doing?" she whispered, though she didn't pull away.
Zaki's voice was equally low, his eyes dark with a desire that mirrored hers. "I don't know, Mak," he admitted. "But I've thought about it...ever since I saw you looking."
With trembling hands, she reached out and touched the velvety softness of his cock. It jumped under her fingertips, growing longer and harder before her eyes. She couldn't believe the size of him – he was massive. Her mind raced with the realization that she had never seen a man this size, not even in her wildest dreams...
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