Chapter 4

Samirah stared blankly toward the ceiling as Ahmeed fucked into her for the second time within 10 minutes. He was too excited, too eager to last very long the first time and shot his cum into her within two minutes, adding more slime to her already soupy hole. He didn't stop there and rested still on top of her until his teenage cock returned to its prior firmness before resuming his assault on her tender slit.

She grunted as his thrusts increased and silently prayed that he would quickly finish. Her pussy still tingled as the Americans left her battered and abused. Samirah didn't want to give in but when he explained what he say and threatened to tell their father, what choice did she have. After all, like Ahmeed said, she's already fucking so why not allow him to do it as well?

Although she has only been having sex for a couple of days, she was well rehearsed on the signs of when a man was about to cum and Ahmeed was getting close. She was sure of it. He didn't have the biggest cock that fucked her, but he wasn't the smallest either and knew she must do something to bring his gratification to an end or she would surely be very sore later.

Her hips shifted slightly. Not very much but enough for him to notice and his efforts increased, pushing her slender ass into the divot under her sleeping mat. He grunted, calling out as the stimulation her warm, wet hole provided became too much and his cock once again began breaking apart, sending another load of fresh cum to the very depths of her budding womanhood.

He struggled for breath, the physical exertion a tremendous strain on his malnourished body and lay panting atop his little sister until his breathing returned to normal. He knew that he was crushing her, his entire weight pressing against her much smaller body, but she hardly stirred and didn't fidget.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SAMIRAH!!" he heard a loud shriek from the doorway and looked over his shoulder to see Hussein standing there with a horrid expression on his face. "YOU MUST STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" he added unable to move from his location. Ahmeed rolled off of her, reaching for his pants.

"Hussein, calm down, it's not what you think."

"It's exactly what I think!" he added not taking his eyes off of Samirah's naked body. "And I'm telling father once he gets home!"

Ahmeed approached his stunned younger brother and put his hands on his arms. "Hussein, listen to me. You do not want to tell father about this."

"Why not? You are doing a very bad thing to Samriah."

"No, I'm not. I am not doing anything that hasn't already been done to her," he said noticing Hussein finally breaking his stare away from her for the first time. "I followed her to the river and watched her doing this with the soldiers. That's how she gets the money. She lets them do that to her and they give her money."

"NO! That is a lie! I do not believe you!"

Turning toward his little sister he frowned. "Tell him, Samriah. Tell him what the truth is!"

She swallowed hard and turned away from her brothers. She was ashamed and could not look them in the eyes. Her entire life has been sheltered with the understanding that what she just did with Ahmeed should only be done with her husband and only after they are married. Not with the soldiers and certainly not with her brother. She knew it would bring dishonor and shame to her family.

"Tell him!" Ahmeed shouted once again.

"It's true," she mumbled, not even loud enough for the pair to hear.

"Say it again and say it louder," he demanded. She repeated it and shut her eyes, feeling a tear running down to pool inside of her ear.

"You see, I told you. Samriah is a whore and whores like to be fucked. That's why they're whores."

Hussein's mouth dropped opened. He could not believe his brother just said that about their little sister, the gem of their father's eyes and the only one who has been able to provide for the family with the money she got from... "Father must know of this," he grumbled turning his stare back to his naked sister.

"Don't be foolish. If father knows he will not allow her to return to the Americans and we will go hungry. Plus there will be no more chocolates and we will not be able to get the things we need. And the best thing is, you can fuck her anytime you want," he said winking.

He could not believe his ears. Did Ahmeed really just say that? He turned toward his bigger brother with a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean we can fuck her anytime we want to because she does not want Father to know about what she is doing with the Americans and will allow us to fuck her to be silent about it." he said turning to see Samirah. "Isn't that right?" he asked her.

She still was unable to look at her siblings and slowly nodded her head. "See, I told you. And I know you want to fuck her."

"That is a lie! She's my sister!"

"Then why is your cock hard?" he asked glancing downward.

"It's not hard, it's, uh, just that I, um,"

"It's alright, Hussein, admit it. She's very beautiful and you want to fuck her."

"But she's my sister."

"So. She's also a girl and a whore and wants to be fucked," he said reaching to the front of his brother's pants and squeezing his erection. He gasped and tried backing away but Ahmeed's grip was too strong. Moving behind the bewildered boy, he pushed him forward toward Samirah lying naked on her mat. He knew that if he couldn't persuade his little brother to fuck her, he'd tell their father and there would be hell to pay. "Go on, she likes it," he said giving him a gentle push.

Hussein stood above her looking down. She hadn't bothered to shut her legs and a copious amount of white slime oozed from her reddened slit. He swallowed hard and unconsciously licked his lips. "I ... I can't," he mumbled trembling.

"Why not?"

"I've, uh, never did that before."

"Neither have I until just now. Don't worry, she knows what to do, she'd done it lots of times."

Grabbing his brother's elastic waist band, he jerked his loose pants down, causing his hardened cock to spring forth. The movement caught Samirah's eye and she turned to see the stiff cock swinging to a stop, pointing almost toward the ceiling. "Go on, what are you waiting for?" he whispered into his younger brother's ear.

The lean boy moved slowly toward her, dropping to his knees between her legs, not taking his eyes from the slightly opened hole at the bottom of her long, dark crack. He gulped the saliva which had been collecting in his mouth and sighed. "Go on, do it," Ahmeed urged once again.

He bowed forward, guiding his throbbing cock closer to her inviting opening and sucked in a gasp of air as the tip came into contact with her soft skin. He was smaller than his brother and a quarter of it slipped easily inside of her. He groaned as the tight, warmth enveloped his cock into a sea of tranquility unlike anything he's felt before. Another inch slipped inside and he could not control himself.