There was this total silence surrounding my home. Its never been like this before. My grandfather, who raised me since I was a little kid, just passed away. My name is Iqra, this is my story, and I live with my brother Faisal. We have only each other now. I just turned 19, and I was planning to attend university, but I am sure that not gonna happen now. My brother spent most of his time in Gym rather than school.

My parents immigrated here before I born. I don't know much about my parents, I was raised by my conservative grandfather. Now that he is no more, I can live my life the way I like, but I needed money. I needed to get myself a job, and I am hot and sexy, I hope that can get me some job. My brother is also working hard, but it's not enough. I told my brother about the idea of me getting a job, but he was not cool with the idea, but I didn't care.

I always envied girls who look cool in sexy outfits, and it's my turn. I needed to throw away my long clothes and to look slutty as possible. I would show these snotty girls the worth of exotic beauty like mine. I didn't have much money but managed to save some and went to one of the cheap shops, where nobody goes and selected some outfits. I bought two outfits, one crop top, which is very short and showed my navel and waist.

and another sheer scoop neck t-shirt with a lot of cleavages and sexy denim shorts.

When I reached the counter, I was short of cash and only had enough money for one outfit, but I don't want to leave my other dress behind.

After a lot of thought, I asked the store owner if he could give me any discount. He said no at first. When he saw I was about to buy just one dress, he stopped me and said that he had a proposition. With a greasy smile, he told me that I could take these two for free if I changed into the dresses in front of him. I was shocked as this is a kind of naughty thing to do.  I had dreamt about these situations. After thinking about it, I said, "If you want to see me like this, then I will also take that push up bra and the black lace knickers too," He agreed to it.

The shop owner said that it was his honor to give those bras to hot Muslim girls like me. I asked him how did he know that I was a Muslim? He said, "Only the Muslim girls agree to this proposal." He was an Indian Hindu guy living here in Texas for a long time, and he bragged that he fucked a lot of Muslim girls. It got me irritated as well as aroused when he told me that.

I had no plan to fuck this asshole, but I need a dress, so I went to the changing room. He followed me, and I slowly removed my Kurti (Long top), he said, "Wow," then I removed my salwar (pants). I took off my clothes and stood naked before him. I even turned to show him my ass and after I tried all these dresses.

I got all of them for free and went straight back home. I changed into a new dress and watched TV, it felt liberating. Faisal arrived tired and with a bag in his hand, and he was shocked to see me in this new attire. He yelled, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING."

 I said, "Relax, grandpa. what's the problem?"

"Nothing, I've just never seen you like this."

"You are going to see a lot of this, and I don't want you to make any rules," I said with a mischievous smile.

Then he said something I did not expect, "Don't worry, I like the way you dress. Just don't get pregnant like some dumb slut."

I laughed, "Come on, bro, it's me, and I am not that dumb. Okay, what's in your hand?"

His face flushed. With hesitation, he said, "Oh, this.  Some son of a bitch at my work told me that if I worked hard, I would get an incentive, so I worked hard, and he gave this 'gift,' I really expected money." He then opened the box and showed a sexy, slutty dress which I had seen before on TV.

I was excited and asked him to give it to me. But he assumed his big brother role and said he forbade me from wearing it. "Forbid my ass, that ain't gonna stop me." I grabbed the dress and ran into my room, put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. "WOW, I look so hot," I thought as I smiled at my reflection. It's black, my favorite color, and it strategically exposed me at all the right places. I couldn't even believe my eyes. I was so damn sexy.

I started thinking what's the use of wearing this kind of dress and staying at home. I should go somewhere where I could turn a lot of heads. Even though it felt naughty, I came out of the room thinking what Faisal would say. But something unexpected happened. Faisal's jaw dropped to the ground. "Wow, just WOW. Let's go."

I smiled at the reaction I caused just by wearing different clothes. This was the first time I ever felt like this, and it was incredible. I felt sexy and finally like a woman and not as a little girl. We went to a place I had never been to before. We were met by Faisal's friend Iqra. We entered the place, and as we entered, men's heads turned to look at me.  It seemed I was definitely a head-turner. Many girls were dancing on stage, some were naked, others scantily clad.

Faisal's face turns red, "Hey, Iqra. This is not a pub, it's a fucking strip club."

I got excited after hearing these words, "Wow, this IS strip club? I had only heard of places like this. It's a nice thing we are here. This is my lucky day". Faisal looks at me disgust and confusion, but I didn't give a shit.  I liked the place, and guys were already hitting on me and catcalling me. It was all intense, and I loved the attention I was getting.

Then something totally unexpected happened. I recognized one of the girls, she was topless and I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Hey Faisal, do you see that stripper, do you know who she is?" Faisal nodded no."It's Sultana."

Faisal was like, "Sultana who?"

"Its fucking Sultana. She is the daughter of Imam of the masjid, we used to visit."

"No fucking way." Faisal was so surprised.

I started wondering,  she always covered herself from head to toe and acted so piously, so how did she end up here. I had to admit that she could dance. It was very confusing. Faisal wanted to leave the place and was feeling uncomfortable. I was not going to leave this place before I figured out about Sultana.

A lot of thoughts were going through my mind. Why was Sultana doing this? How did she end up here? I moved on and stood near the stage and yelled, "Sultana, you are such a whore." She was shocked and started shaking after seeing me. She couldn't stop in the middle of the show. She continued to give her the best show until finally, she was naked. "Wow," I exclaimed. She got off the stage carrying her dress and grabbed me, taking me inside her dressing room. I stopped her when she was about to put on her dress.

Sultana asked if I was working here? I wanted to tease her a bit, "You wish, I am not a whore like you, Sultana."

She was bitchier than I thought, "Oh, then what are you doing here and why are you dressed like one?"

I was not going down before a cheap slut like her, even though I was scared. "You are a naked slut, and at least I am not fucking others like you are."

Sultana realized there was no winning here, "Okay. what do you want?"

I couldn't kill my curiosity, so I handed her an olive branch, "Look, Sultana, I don't want to fight with you. I just came with my brother to have some fun, and I saw you here.  I am just curious now about what happened to you? You are not like this."

When I said that I had come with my brother, her face turned pale and she slowly muttered, "Did your brother see me?"

"Yup, he saw everything, now tell me everything. By the way, my brother was so impressed and amazed."

After some hesitations, she started talking, "I am not a professional stripper, I just come here whenever I need money or to let off some steam. So please don't tell anybody."

I said to myself, "Wow, the bitch used the word, Please, now its time for me to use her."

After a moment of thought, I carefully start speaking, "I will always be there for you, but you need to do me a favor." She knew that she was at my mercy now.

"What do you want?"

"I want to make some money too, but I don't want to do something like this. So, the first thing I want now is to get my brother married, so we can get some dowry money and manage."

"I don't want to marry anybody now. I have a boyfriend," She responded.

I didn't expect this, and I didn't want my brother to marry this whore. I stopped her, "Wait, I am talking about your cousin Saba. I think she will be suitable for him." 

I could see the relief in her face, and she asked me, "What do you want me to do?"

"I know you are close with Saba's mother, just convince her to let them marry and then my bro and I will move to their home."

Sultana knew she had no choice but to obey, and I could see from her face that she would throw anybody under the bus to keep herself safe. After that, I left her to get ready to go and informed Faisal about everything that had happened. He always had an eye on Saba, and I always had my eyes on their money.

They are not well connected. Saba was twenty and attending university. Her sister Maryam was eighteen and in high school. They lived with their mother, Tahira. She gave birth to Saba when she is just eighteen. Now at  39, she looked stunning. They had no father. So If Faisal got married, then they would be under my control.

We reached home and all the way Faisal talked about Sultana's naked boobs and pussy. I saw that he had a hard-on, and I was also horny. Today I had let a stranger see my naked body. Being naked was so much fun, and I liked to experience that and a lot more in the future. I went to my bedroom, took off my clothes and jumped on the bed and started touching myself. I rubbed my pussy and slowly played with my clit.

Then I inserted my finger slowly into my pussy, which was all wet, so it entered easily. I had decided that this was the night I was losing my virginity, and I couldn't think of any man more deserving than Faisal. So I slowly crept into the room where he was watching incest porn and masturbating. I was so glad and sure that he was thinking about me. I said, "Faisal." He literally jumped from the bed and closed his laptop and turned back to see his little sister all naked.

He stuttered, "Wh... What.. What the fuck Iqra?" I said, "I can't sleep anymore, and I am horny."

He starts behaving as if he was some kind of guy with special morals and ethics. I stopped his annoying innocent acting and told him, "You are masturbating thinking of me. I am horny too. if you don't want to do it, just let me go, and I will fuck the first guy I see."

He stopped me. He came from behind and wrapped his hand around me and grabbed my boobs and said, "I've always wanted to do that, Iqra."

I replied, "Now we can do whatever we want." He lifted me up and threw me on his bed, he took off his clothes. I had tried many times before to see my brother's dick, but now, the wait was over. My jaws dropped after seeing my brother's 8-inch monster. I slowly got up from the bed and crawled towards my brother. I took his cock and started licking him and taking in it inside my mouth, inch by inch, till his entire dick hit my throat, it was wonderful for both of us.

I took the cock out of my mouth and pushed him to the bed and sat on his body, and rubbed my pussy on his stomach. He started squeezing my boobs.  I had taken a birth control pill, which I'd had for a long time. I sat on his rod, which slowly penetrated into my tight pussy, till it broke the hymen. He had taken my virginity.

The pain and pleasure was nothing I had ever known existed. I start riding him, riding him up and down. The 'Thuk - Thuk' sounds our bodies made were drowned out by our loud moaning. Then he let me lay on the bed on my back and started fucking me harder, and slowly increased his pace till the whole bed was shaking. He thrust all the way in me, till be unloaded. All of his juice filled my pussy, and my pussy started leaking.

Faisal put his fingers on my pussy, took a drop of cum and fed it to me. Wow, my brother's cum was delicious. We were exhausted and slept next to each other.

In the morning, he woke me up with hot coffee and to get up from bed, he stretched his hand and pulled me up. I entertained him with a good view of my boobs, and we then shared a long passionate kiss.

My phone rang. It was Sultana.

Sultana told me that she had talked with her Aunt Tahira and managed to convinced her of this marriage proposal. We discussed some general things about marriage and living arrangements. But I could sense something was off in Sultana's voice. I asked her and insisted she talk freely.

Sultana said, "There's an issue, which Aunt Tahira wants to discuss first."

I asked her to explain in detail. She finally started spilling the beans. "Actually, It's about Mariam, that hoe sucked some dude, and the pictures are all over the internet. they are afraid, it may become a problem."

I said to myself, "Wow, It's much more than I expected. Now I have leverage. I can put this to good use."

I assured Sultana that she or her Aunt didn't have to worry about that.

After that, Sultana arranged a meeting between our families. They liked us, and the marriage was finalized. It would be just the five of us. After Maryam's trouble, they were avoided by everybody in the community. In the meantime, I grew closer with all of them, hanging out together.

The time had come to settle the dowry. We agreed to sell their house, and half of the money would go to Faisal to start his own business, and the rest would go to the bank for Maryam's marriage. I knew nobody decent would marry Maryam so that money would mine anyway. But for now, I should stay calm. We sold our own home and took some of Maryam's money.  With it, we bought a new house in the suburbs with an outdoor swimming pool and facilities.

Finally, the marriage date was fixed, Saba and Faisal start hanging out, and both seemed to like each other. Tahira was the kind of lady who spent most of the days inside the home. She had no idea how the world worked, and she raised Saba and Maryam the same way. They are conservative and shy. They can easily agree with anything and submission ran in their blood.

The one thing worrisome about them is that they are not 'Sexy.' They have hot bodies but don't use them well, so I took it upon myself to make them sexy and presentable. The first target was Saba, I asked her to come with me tor shop. When we were ready to go, Saba came in a burka.

I didn't like that, this was not acceptable. I wanted her to look sexy. This had to change. I asked her why she was coming like this. She replied that her mom didn't allow her to go out of the home without a burka. I need to be smart and manipulative, so I told her that her future husband wouldn't like that as it didn't look sexy enough.

She started crying, and I moved near her, hugged her and said, "It's okay. Don't cry. You are the prettiest woman I know, but you need to be modern. Show more skin, Faisal will love that."

She has a hard time accepting the things I was proposing, but at the same time, I wouldn't let this little bitch disobey me. I kept talking to her till she reluctantly agreed.

Saba took off her burka, but still, she looked plain. We reached the mall, and I had chosen some outfits for her. I could tell from her face that she didn't like that, but she agreed to everything I said. She would make a good subservient wife. I chose the sluttiest dress possible, and I couldn' wait to see her mom's reaction. After we paid for all her dresses, I also got myself some more sexy clothes and then went back home.

Finally, the big day arrived, the marriage ceremony was...