The night was dark and moonless, an eerie stillness hung over the quiet neighborhood of Taman Melati, Gombak Setia. In a nondescript bungalow, three sisters lay sprawled on their beds, their slumberous breathing the only sound that echoed through the darkness of their shared bedroom.
Izzul, had just returned from his late shift at the factory. Exhausted, he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up before collapsing into bed. As he walked past the girls' room, he noticed the door ajar. Perplexed, he pushed it open to peer inside.
The sight before him made his heart skip a beat. There, illuminated by the faint glow of the nightlight, were his three sisters. Along, the eldest, Angah, and the youngest, Atih, were all fast asleep, their bodies entangled as if they had been engaging in some sort of sexual activity before drifting off. Izzul's eyes widened as he took in the scene - the girls' clothes strewn about haphazardly, their naked bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat, their legs splayed wantonly.
Izzul knew he should turn away, give his sisters their privacy, but he found himself rooted to the spot, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from the erotic display before him. As he stood there, frozen in indecision, a flicker of movement caught his eye. Along, the eldest, had stirred in her sleep, her hand reaching out to gently caress Angah's breast.
Izzul's breath caught in his throat. This was wrong, so very wrong, and yet...he couldn't deny the stirrings of desire that the sight had awoken within him. He knew he should leave, but his feet seemed to move of their own accord, carrying him further into the room until he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes drinking in every detail of his sisters' scantily clad forms.
And then, as if sensing his presence, Along's eyes fluttered open. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, Izzul frozen in horror, Along in confusion. But then, a slow smile spread across her face, her eyes glinting with a mix of desire and mischief.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "What have we here? Caught you staring, have we, Alang?"
Izzul opened his mouth to stammer out an apology, but Along cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"No need to explain, dear Adik," she said, her tone dripping with honey. "We know exactly what you're thinking. And the truth is...we've been thinking it too."
As if on cue, Angah and Atih stirred, their eyes fluttering open to regard Izzul with a mix of hunger and anticipation. Izzul's heart raced as he realized the enormity of the situation. His own sisters, the ones he had sworn to protect and cherish, were throwing themselves at him, their bodies practically begging to be taken.
He should have turned and run, should have fled the room and never looked back. But as he stood there, his eyes locked on his sisters' wanton forms, he knew that he was lost. Lost to the temptation, lost to the forbidden desire that had taken root in his heart.
And so, with a groan of surrender, Izzul let himself fall forward onto the bed, his body covering Along's as his sisters' eager hands began to explore his muscled form. It was wrong, he knew it, but as he felt their lips and tongues begin their relentless assault on his most intimate parts, he couldn't bring himself to care.
This was what they called the pleasure of heaven on earth, when an unexpected sexual encounter occurs between sisters and their only brother. Izzul, with drowsy eyes and a vacant gaze, could only moan loudly, his body writhing, unable to bear the indescribable pleasure, as three mouths and tongues, belonging to his own sisters, relentless, orally assaulted the urethra meatus of his penis, each like a hungry kitten constantly lapping up the spurting pre-cum making Izzul cry in pleasure, which spurred the sisters even more.
Izzul never thought in a million years that he would be in this position, but looking at his three sisters in between his muscled thighs, spread wide, he could only surrender to his faith, as he hears them talking, "look at the size of, Alang's balls, i think we are definitely going to be very full of his creamy goodness", says Along the eldest of his sisters, then Angah chimed in, "look at his shaft, it's so thick, i think our pussies are going to be stretched to it's limits dear sisters" then the youngest, Atih, "my favorite is the mushroom head, it's tappered shape fits so well in the mouth, yum!" Izull, hearing his sisters conversation about his genitals made him groan in ecstasy, unable to comprehend it all, his mind was floating in the air, next to him, his baju melayu trousers, and his renoma briefs, discarded haphazardly, as the gurgling glucking sounds echoed throughout the bedroom, filled with the musky scent of sex.
Izzul's world had been turned upside down in a matter of moments. He had gone from being a dutiful, protective brother to a willing participant in an incestuous orgy with his own flesh and blood. And yet, as he lay there, his body writhing in the grip of unimaginable pleasure, he couldn't bring himself to feel a single shred of guilt.
This was his destiny, he told himself. This was the path that Allah had chosen for him, and who was he to question the will of God? And so, with a final, shuddering moan, Izzul let go, his seed spurting forth in great, gushing waves as his sisters drank down every last drop.
As he collapsed back onto the bed, his body spent and his mind reeling, Izzul knew that his life would never be the same. He had crossed a line, a forbidden threshold that could never be uncrossed. But as he looked down at his sisters, their faces glowing with satisfaction and their bodies slick with his essence, he couldn't find it in himself to regret a single moment of it.
For in that moment, lost in the haze of forbidden pleasure, Izzul had found a kind of peace that he had never known before. A peace that came from surrendering to his basest desires, from giving in to the darkest urges that lurked within his heart.
And so, with a contented sigh, Izzul wrapped his arms around his sisters and pulled them close, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. He knew that there would be consequences, that his actions would have far-reaching repercussions that he could scarcely imagine.
But for now, lost in the glow of post-orgasmic bliss, Izzul could only revel in the moment. For he had found his heaven, his paradise on earth. And he would be damned if he let anything - or anyone - take it away from him.
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