Mo couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, his mind replaying the image of a girl he had seen earlier that day. She was new to school, and Mo couldn't get her out of his head. He had caught her eye in the hallway, and they had shared a moment - a spark of attraction that had left him feeling dizzy and excited.
With a sigh, Mo threw off his blankets and got out of bed. He padded across the room to his door, quietly opening it to peek out into the hallway. The house was silent, the only sound the distant ticking of the clock in the living room.
Mo's eyes were drawn to a sliver of light coming from under his sister's door. Aisha's room. He hesitated for a moment, torn between curiosity and the knowledge that he shouldn't be snooping. But his curiosity won out, and he crept towards her door.
He put his ear to the door, but he couldn't hear anything. Mo glanced around, making sure no one was watching, before he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open just a crack.
What he saw took his breath away. Aisha was sitting on her bed, her hijab pulled off to the side, revealing her long, dark hair. And in her mouth was the cock of a boy from school.
Mo's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He felt a mix of shock, confusion, and arousal as he watched his sister in action. Aisha looked up and caught Mo's eye, but instead of being embarrassed, she gave him a playful wink and continued what she was doing.
Mo felt his face flush with embarrassment, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as Aisha took the boy's cock deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The boy moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Aisha finished, and the boy got up and left, giving Mo a nod as he walked past. Mo quickly closed the door and ran back to his room, his heart racing. He lay in bed, unable to sleep, as he replays the scene in his head over and over again.
Mo couldn't believe what he had just seen. His sister - his innocent, sweet, devout sister - was not the girl he thought she was. She was a woman, with desires and needs and a sexuality that Mo couldn't ignore. He felt a stirring in his own pants, a growing arousal that he couldn't deny.
He knew he should be shocked, disgusted even. But all he could feel was desire - a deep, primal need that he couldn't ignore. He wanted Aisha, wanted to taste her, to feel her body against his. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the way he felt.
As he drifted off to sleep, Mo couldn't shake the image of Aisha - her hair spread out on the pillow, her lips wrapped around a hard cock. He knew he would never look at her the same way again.
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