I am Ishrat.
Two years had passed since that chaotic wedding night.
I now had two children with Sadab — a daughter Ayesha (almost two and a half years old) and a newborn son, whom we named Rehan. Sabiha had given birth to two healthy sons — Ahmed and Bilal. Our small house in Lucknow was noisy with the cries and laughter of four little children. On the surface, we looked like a big, joint family living together. Only the four of us — me, Sabiha, Sadab, and our mother — knew the real truth.
After the second deliveries, both Sabiha and I became very strict with Sadab. We told him clearly: "No more pregnancies. We are not ready for any more children right now." We started being careful. Most of the time we made him use condoms, and when he wanted it raw, we only allowed him to fuck us in the ass. Sadab wasn't very happy with the new rules, but he accepted them because he still got to empty himself inside our tight assholes almost every night. He would take turns — sometimes fucking my ass hard while Sabiha watched, sometimes bending Sabiha over and pounding her asshole until she couldn't walk straight the next morning.
Life had settled into this strange new normal.
Then something happened that I had never imagined.
One warm afternoon in May, my mother's younger sister (my khala) came to visit us from Kanpur with her daughter — my cousin sister, Noor. Noor had recently turned 18. She was beautiful, just like us — fair skin, long black hair that fell to her waist, big expressive eyes, and a soft, curvy body that had filled out nicely after she became an adult. She had the same innocent yet attractive face that both Sabiha and I had when we were her age. She wore a simple light pink salwar kameez, but even that couldn't hide her developing figure — full breasts, slim waist, and rounded hips.
Noor was shy and polite. She greeted everyone with a sweet smile and immediately started playing with the children. "Baji Ishrat, your kids are so cute!" she said happily. I smiled back, but something in my stomach twisted uneasily when I noticed how Sadab's eyes lingered on her a little longer than they should.
At first, everything seemed normal. Noor helped in the kitchen, played with Ayesha and the boys, and chatted with me and Sabiha like old times. But I started catching small things — Sadab finding excuses to be in the same room as her, his gaze following her when she walked, the way he smiled at her a bit too warmly.
One evening, when I went to the terrace to bring down the dried clothes, I saw them talking alone. Noor was laughing at something Sadab said, her cheeks slightly pink. She looked exactly like how I used to look when I first fell for him in Class 10.
That night, after we had put the children to sleep, Sadab came to me in bed. He was unusually energetic. He made me lie on my stomach, applied oil generously, and fucked my asshole harder than usual — deep, rough strokes while groaning loudly. When he finally came inside my ass, he whispered breathlessly, "Ish… your cousin is so beautiful."
I froze.
The very next morning, I noticed Sadab had started finding more excuses to talk to Noor. He offered to help her with her phone, took her to the market with the kids "for ice cream," and once I even saw him touch her waist lightly while "helping" her reach something on a high shelf.
Sabiha also noticed. One night when the three of us were alone, she whispered to me, "Ishrat… he is looking at Noor the same way he used to look at us in the beginning."
I felt a cold fear in my chest. I had already pulled my own sister into this mess. Now my innocent 18-year-old cousin had come to stay with us for a few weeks.
I didn't know what to do.
Part of me wanted to warn Noor and send her back home immediately.
Another part — the same foolish part that had once called Sabiha into our wedding night — stayed silent and watched.
Because deep down, I already knew.
Sadab's hunger was growing again.
And Noor, so young, so beautiful, and so unaware, had just walked straight into our complicated, sinful home.
I am Ishrat — mother of two, wife in a secret polygamous marriage, and now terrified that history was about to repeat itself with my own cousin sister.