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First Published: 25 August 2016

Sisters Forever
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M/ff, f/f, Impregnation, Interracial

I was a year nine student at the Kettering Academy, we'd just returned to school after the spring half term holiday. My form room was chemistry lab number three, we were all surprised that the laboratory door was locked, our form teacher, Mr Patterson had never been late for school before. The headmaster walked along the corridor with an Asian man behind him, "Silence in the corridor please nine-Alpha, others are trying to work."

Our headmaster unlocked the door and stood aside "Find your seats as quickly and as quietly as possible please ladies and gentlemen!"

The head stood by the side of Mr Patterson's desk while the Asian guy sat behind it. When the classroom fell silent our headmaster said, "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, Mr Patterson won't be joining us for the rest of the term and Mr Patel has agreed to step in and look after your form for the rest of the year. Please treat him with the respect that he deserves." There was a swish of silk gown as our headmaster turned and left the lab.

"Good morning, you may call me Sir or Mister Patel, I'm sure that I'll soon get to learn your names in time, now who's my lab assistant?"

We all just looked blankly at each other, "Mr Patterson must have had a lab assistant or a classroom monitor to help him out from time to time?"

Again we all just looked blankly at each other, "Okay, who will volunteer to help out in the lab?"

Mr Patel had obviously never taught in a small town school before, no one ever volunteered for anything, ever!"

He opened the register, "Which one of you is Elle Abbot?"

I reluctantly raised my hand, "Thank you Miss Abbot, very kind of you to volunteer!"

"But...but...I didn't...I...I"

"Please come down to the front and call the register for me."

I took his seat while he went through to the store room behind his desk. I called the register and marked everyone who was present with a diagonal line for everyone who was present and a zero for the two kids who didn't attend school that morning.

I didn't want to be classroom monitor or teacher's pet but it did have its advantages, Mr Patel gave me a hall pass that meant I could be in school when I was supposed to be out in the cold and wet with the rest of the students. Mr Patel gave me a lot of trust and just being around him, talking to him and listening to him was improving my chemistry skills. Helping to set out the equipment for up to thirty experiments three times a day certainly made things stick in my head.

Out of the blue one day Mr Patel asked me if I walked past Foxgloves on my way home, Foxgloves was a small estate that had been built between my small village and the school, just twenty houses, each one had been sold off plan for a cool million pounds each. "Yes sir I do."

"I have some pulses and things that my wife Bilkesh needs, she's fretting that they'll need ninety minutes in soak before she can use them and I'm going to be stuck in school until almost seven o'clock tonight, if I take them home we won't be eating until after bed time. Would it be possible to drop my shopping off on your way home for me...so long as it won't get you in trouble with your parents for being late home that is!"

"No one will be home before six o'clock Sir, I can drop your shopping off for you."

"My house is at the far end of Foxgloves, the house that is across the end of the road."

The shopping bag was quite heavy so it was fortunate that it wasn't a long walk to my teacher's house, I knocked at the front door and a young girl answered the door, "Hi, is your mother there?"

The young girl smiled at me, "My mother lives in Manchester, I'm Bilkesh Patel and you must be Miss Abbott, I prefer to be called Billy..."

Billy just stood there expectantly, looking into my eyes with a smile on her face, "Oh, oh yes, pleased to meet you Billy, I'm Elle."

"My husband Ifticar thinks a lot of you; he says that having you as his lab assistant helps him a great deal. Would you like a cold drink? It's a small payment for you dragging this heavy shopping bag all the way from school."

I didn't really need a cold drink but there was something in Billy's eyes that was almost begging me to stay for a short while and keep her company. I nodded my head and Billy took the shopping bag from my hand and invited me through to the kitchen.

Billy set an industrial sized juicer running with about three kilos of huge oranges crammed in the hopper and as the oranges were falling through the machine she put the various pulses and beans that I'd brought around for her into pots of water to soak.

We sat at the kitchen table and as Billy sipped at her own glass of juice she smiled at me prompting me to want to start the ball rolling. I wasn't really sure if Billy was actually Ifticar's wife or perhaps his daughter or something.

I decided to jump in with both feet, "How long have you and Ifticar been married?"

Billy took another sip of her orange, I was getting ready for my apology when she told me that she was Ifticar's daughter rather than his wife, she smiled at me again, "We've been married for two years so far!"

"Two years, you must have been very young when you married."

"I was thirteen years old!" Billy said proudly.

"Thirteen, God that was very young, that's just how old I am now."

"Yes I know! Ifty talks about you all the time, he's quite taken by you!"

I blushed a little at the thought that a woman...well, a girl really had just told me that, basically, her husband, my teacher, fancied me. "Don't you mind your husband talking about another woman like that?"

"Not at all, I'm Ifty's only wife at the moment but he can have more than one wife. It would be good if Ifty took another wife, she would become my sister and she could take a little of the burden away from me while I try to give Ifty the son he needs. In my Father's house I had four sisters but no brothers, in my new family I have three brothers but no sisters so no one to really to talk to girl to girl."

I was confused about the fact that a man could have more than one wife or that if he did have more than one wife, his two wives would become sisters, just because they married him. I was also confused that Billy's mother was no longer her mother or that her real sisters were no longer her sisters, her religion...or her culture had all of these strange rules about family relationships. Fortunately we drifted off the subject of Ifty and the whole brothers' and sisters' thing and onto the subject of music, Billy put a CD in the hi-fi and we chatted as she started cooking her meal.

I left at five forty-five and got home just before my mother, I helped her to get dinner ready and we ate when my father arrived home at seven o'clock.

I went back to a kind of normal state; I actually went to school early every day and often did my homework in the Chemistry classroom after setting out whatever was needed for the first class of the day. The main difference in my life was that every afternoon after school I called in on Billy Patel for a chat and a cold glass of juice. It was quite a big issue for me to have a fifteen year old friend, thirteen year olds and fifteen years olds didn't usually mix in large towns with a big population of children and the fact that my fifteen year old friend was also a married woman, that just made her even more special.

It took me two weeks to get round to asking Billy how she came to be married to a man in his forties when she was only thirteen.

"I was on holiday with my family in Pakistan, we were invited to the wedding of a very distant cousin, Ifticar was also at the wedding trying to make a marriage match for himself with the father of the bride who had two other daughters. When he saw me he didn't realise that we were first cousins and he had spoken to an intermediary about me before he realised that we were actually first cousins. He was shocked when he saw that my father was actually one of his uncles but because Ifticar had been living in India for a few years he hadn't seen much of our family since I was a very small girl. My father asked me if I liked the look of Ifticar, I said that he looked nice and I thought he was clever and made me laugh a lot. My father told me that was good because he had just been approached by the village Imam, Ifticar had asked the Imam to intercede with my father and ask if he could marry me..."

I sat totally enthralled at Billy's tale, mouth wide open as well as my eyes, I couldn't believe that a man as old as my teacher would even dare to approach a young girl's father and ask to marry her, even through the equivalent of the local priest.

"...Our families got together the next day and that was the first time that we realised that my father and Ifticar's mother were actually brother and sister. As soon as they realised that we were so closely related there were no further obstacles and we were married before I came back to England after my holiday finished. My parents told my school that I had stopped behind in Pakistan to continue my education and we moved down here so that Ifticar could look for work and no one would accidentally spot that I was back in the country."

There was a downside to marrying so young but wanting to live in the UK, our laws meant that Billy would have to return to school and if a teacher found out that she was married so young there would definitely be trouble. They hadn't actually registered their marriage in England because it would have been classed as illegal but it didn't matter anyway as they were both named Patel anyway. Another downside was being so young she couldn't really leave the house, if she dressed in her western clothes the police would pick her up and drag her off to school and if she wore her traditional dress, the black letterbox outfit, Muslim men would attack her for being out of the house without a chaperone, both her and Ifticar could be beaten with canes for the crime.

Two weeks after finding out the story of the Patel's wedding day I turned up on Billy's doorstep and she was popping like a cork in a champagne bottle.

"Elle I have to tell someone before I burst, I'm pregnant again and I wanted you to be the second person I told about it as I think of you as my new sister..."

I didn't know what to say, Billy was my first friend to tell me that she was pregnant, it was almost like she was telling me that she was having sex...naturally I knew that as husband and wife Billy and Ifticar were probably having sex with each other but Billy had just spelled it out in words of one syllable, she was just fifteen years old and she was pregnant for the fourth time in her young life.

Billy went on to explain that her husband was over the moon that she was pregnant but there was still the problem that Billy had been pregnant several times already since they married and that she feared it may happen again. "The problem often happens because we are so closely related, usually my father would have chosen a second cousin or even a third cousin so that there would be a little genetic separation but Ifticar and I are first cousins. Ifty is trying hard because each time I've lost my baby before it has been in the days following us having sex. Ifty tries to control himself but he has to have sex with me at least once every twenty-eight days, if he doesn't I could divorce him or lose respect for him or something."

"Why can't he just stop all together until after the baby is born?"

"That would be against the teachings of the Koran, a man can have as many wives as he wishes but only if he can do his duty by them and one of those duties is to have sex with her at least once every twenty-eight days."

"Well, I'm sure that you wouldn't tell anyone, it would be just between the two of you!"

Billy laughed, "Allah, Peace be upon his name would know, Allah Peace be upon his name would then compel me to divorce my husband, perhaps not today but eventually, it is just the way of things. Ifty needs to fulfil all of his obligations."

"Looks like there's no way out for you then."

"There is one way, if Ifty had two wives I could take him in me and then invite my sister to take my place, that way my husband's obligations would have been fulfilled."

"When's the next time Ifty has to...you know, do it to you?"

"Saturday is the last day, we have to have sex before Sunday!"

There was a long silence and then Billy blushed a little, "Vicky, Ifticar believes that you like him, he says that you've become closer to him over the past few weeks..."

I interrupted her with, "I think that's probably more because of my friendship with you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ifty must have gotten the wrong end of the stick, he thought that you were sexually interested in him as he is in you!"

It was my turn to blush now; I was a typical thirteen year old girl, I wondered what sex would be like with every boy I saw but until that point I'd never considered an older man and certainly not my chemistry teacher, Billy dragged me back into her world.

"I'm sorry Elle darling, I have embarrassed you now, I'm very sorry, I would have happily spoken like this with sisters before I married Ifty, I forget that we aren't real sisters, you're just the closest person I have to a sister."

I thought for a few more moments, "So what, you want me to come around here on Saturday so that your husband can have sex with me?"

"You make it seem so cold, can you get away from home on Saturday without anyone knowing about it?"

"My father usually goes to play golf all day on Saturday and as soon as he leaves the house my mother runs off to one of her friends for the day."

"You have to be willing to marry Ifticar, he isn't allowed to have sex with you if you aren't one of his wives."

"I'm too young to marry."

"Not in my religion, you could have married Ifty five years ago if you had started your periods by then. Don't worry about the marriage, it will only be known to you, me, Ifty and Allah Peace be upon his name. Once the baby is born Ifty will divorce you and you will become my sister until you find a new husband and leave me to live with him. Don't worry about the government, no one but us will know anything about our arrangement and when you marry you can happily tell your new husband that you haven't been married before if you want too, Ifty will even pay for you to have a hymen reconstruction if you need to be a virgin for your new husband."

Billy and I planned for another hour; I was quite excited at the prospect of becoming my teacher's second wife rather than just his pet at school. There were a lot of things that I had to learn though, things like I'd have to shave my arm pits, my pussy area and around my anus because Ifticar's version of Islam put great store by the tenants and teachings of the first messenger of Allah Peace be upon his name and the rules he set down, one of the major ones being that there should be no more than forty days of hair growth under the arms, over the pubic mound and around the anus so I agreed that on Friday night I'd get rid of all of my bodily hair and as soon as my mother left the house I'd go straight over to Billy's and Ifticar's house.

It wasn't quite like a British wedding, I wasn't all nervous or anything the night before, even while getting rid of the few hairs I had on my body I still wasn't all that excited, I was looking forward to the following day, even if no one but the three of us would know anything about it, well the three of us and Allah Peace be upon his name.

I rushed around; Billy had told me not to wear anything special but to definitely not wear tights of any kind. Billy met me at the door and took me to her bedroom. Billy was wearing a dressing gown and nothing else, she showed me her wedding outfit from when she married Ifticar, it was red silk with real gold thread trim embroidered all over it, I'd be wearing Billy's old wedding dress and she would be wearing a green silk and gold trim dress in a similar style.

Billy undressed me, she stripped me totally naked which I felt a little uncomfortable with, she took me through to the shower and she stripped off too, we both went into the shower together, she started to pray over me as she washed me, I went to start washing her too but she stopped me, "This is important, being cleansed before inviting the Prophet in to our lives to witness your marriage, try and be serious for the next hour."

I was washed and spiritually cleansed by Billy and then she did exactly the same for herself before taking me back into her bedroom to get dressed in her old wedding dress. We both looked like Bollywood film stars as we walked through the house and into the living room. I'd expected Ifty to be waiting for us but it was another man who turned out to be Ifticar's brother Hamett. A Muslim wedding didn't need a holy man or Imam to officiate and strangely, Ifticar wasn't actually in the house, he didn't need to be under their laws, in fact it would be unusual for a bride and groom to meet before their wedding ceremony was over.

A very much reduced wedding ceremony was carried out, it should have taken three days but it was cut down to just two hours, I signed a scroll that was written in Sanskrit that I had no idea what was written into the contract but then as most Muslim brides were illiterate and they would have signed without fully understanding just like I had just done.

Once signed the contract was rushed away to a local hotel where Ifty and another of his brothers were performing the male part of the wedding and were waiting for the contract to be delivered for Ifty's signature.

Billy and I waited patiently for the men to return to the house, we'd made food, a kind of Asian finger buffet. There were five of us eating and talking in the living room, Billy whispered into our husband's ear. My mother would be home in about ninety minutes and if I didn't want a bunch of awkward questions I needed to be there waiting for her.

Ifty left the room without saying anything and went up the stairs. Billy apologised to her brothers or as we would have said, brothers-in-law for our departure and told them to have more food while they waited.

Billy took me up to her bedroom, we stopped outside the bedroom door and she held both of my hands and looked into my eyes, "Are you ready to please your husband my beloved sister?"

I grimaced slightly, I'd been happy with the concept of losing my virginity for several days, even losing it to Ifticar, a man who was older than my father, only just older but still, older. Now I wasn't so certain that I wanted to go through with it.

"You have to take a deep breath, our husband will start with me, as soon as his cock is in my body and before he begins to pound on me I'll invite him to take his pleasure out on you, you have to look desirable, look willing, look like you really want to take my place in his arms. You've signed the marriage contract, you're married to Ifticar now, he's allowed to punish you if he feels you're reluctant to have sex with him."

I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face, then I blushed a little and I nodded to my new sister, "I'm ready!"

"Remember that it will hurt, it is designed to hurt, it will hurt like hell because Ifticar needs to make a lot of blood from deflowering you, his brothers are here and they will expect a big show from a man who has just taken a second wife so soon after taking his first wife. It will hurt, just lie there and try and think of something nice, Ifty will be trying to make you cry out, if you don't, Ifty will lose face amongst his family. Just remember, this is the only time it will hurt, after the first time everything will be fine."

Billy took me into the bedroom, Ifticar was lying on top of the bed, totally naked and I had to gasp when I saw his cock, the first one I'd seen in real life and there was no way that I could imagine something that big entering my body. Billy undressed me first and then herself, she lay me down on the bed to the right hand side of our husband and she lay on his left. Ifty rolled on top of her, I had the perfect view of his cock entering Billy's body, she didn't even wince as his cock drilled deeper and deeper into her body.

Ifty pushed his upper body off of Billy's and then she put her hand on his chest, "Thank you my husband for this gift of love but would you please give my sister a little of your love first tonight?"

As she said her little rehearsed routine she gestured with both of her hands in my direction. I screamed out loud from the moment that my new husband's cock entered my body until he had filled my vagina totally, his balls slapping against my arse and he gave me a moment to recover from the stress of his forced entry.

I looked over to Billy, she mouthed, "Think of a lovely place or thing."

I tried to remember the last time I went to the funfair, riding on the roller coaster and then all hell broke loose, Ifty threw his body into mine over and over again, he really pounded me into the bed and once again I was screaming but as the time went on it was less screams of pain and more screams of pleasure.

After Ifty finished, filling my body with his thick seed, he pulled out of my body and he lay next to Billy, he entered her body in a kind of scissors position so that there was no pressure on her body at all as he made love to her very gently, very slowly until he climaxed into her.

Ifty pulled his dressing gown on and Billy handed me a brand new Egyptian cotton gown to cover my body as Ifty brought his two brothers into our bedroom to witness the blood stained sheets. There was a lot of back slapping and I looked for the first time at the mess left behind on the bed from my hymen bursting. It looked horrible. Ifty could have slaughtered a goat and made less mess in the bed. I calmed down a little after Billy pointed out that there wasn't as much blood as I'd thought there was, the majority of the liquid was blood stained semen from my new husband.

So I had a difficult walk home, I was very sore between the legs. I knew that I needed to shave my body at least every forty days but Ifty told me that he would prefer it if I shaved every week, especially if I knew I was going to have sex with him the next day, I also knew that I had to stop eating pork because it would offend my husband to kiss me after eating the forbidden meat and I also understood that if my husband wanted to have sex with me, no matter how, no matter when and no matter where, I had to agree and do my very best to please him.

I hadn't realised that it would include school, the first day back at school after our wedding Ifty fucked me in the store room at the back of our classroom. And again at lunch time at Foxgloves with Billy at my side.

Ifty and I spent most days fucking at least once a day, sometimes twice. Billy still had to allow her husband sex four weeks after my wedding to her husband, it ran the same course as before, he entered Billy, she invited him to take his pleasure in me before they fucked gently as I watched.

Four weeks later when it was Billy's turn to get a gentle fucking again, she looked at me critically as Ifty genially fucked her, we went through to the bathroom so that I could take a shower before I went home to my unsuspecting parents, Billy gently rubbed my belly under the warm water, "You're looking a little rounder here than I remember, have you had a period this month?"

I shook my head.

"When was the last time you had a period?"

"I can't remember, probably three or four weeks before I married Ifty!"

"Were you regular before you married Ifty?"

"Not really, I probably had nine or ten periods in the first year after I started getting them."

Billy went to her bathroom cabinet and took out one of her supply of pregnancy testing kits, "Here, pee on the end of this!"

I took the test and it turned blue. Both of Ifty's wives were now pregnant. We returned to the bedroom, Ifty was over the moon that I was pregnant just like Billy, I was shitting myself, I just couldn't take it all in, I was only thirteen years old, there was no way that I could be pregnant, it just wasn't possible. My dad was going to kill me, it wouldn't matter to him that I was secretly married to a man a full year older than him, he would kill me.

Ifty was a calming voice, "Look, my contract with the school is just a temporary one, they'll offer me a continuation but I don't have to take it, if you can keep your belly hidden and try not to succumb to morning sickness too badly for a few more weeks we can all slip away to another town and I can take up a new teaching post while you both help each other out with the births."

"You mean run away from home, leave without telling my parents where I'm going?"

"If you leave home at the usual time to go to school just before the end of term, leave a note for your parents, say that you're fed up and going to London for some excitement. Go to the railway station and buy a ticket to London, Billy can buy two tickets to Manchester. You go down onto the platform for the London train, hide in the toilets until the Manchester train arrives and Billy will help you get aboard without the station cameras spotting you."

So it was all arranged, Ifticar got a rental house in Manchester while he was waiting for our house in Foxgloves to sell, Billy and I lived together in Manchester and I helped her through her birth, a beautiful dark brown baby boy and four weeks later she helped me to give birth to a lovely coffee 'n' cream baby girl. We lived happily ever after, taking it in turns to increase the Patel clan, Billy would get pregnant and I'd take the strain of sex off of her for six months and then I'd fall pregnant. Ifticar was in heaven or wherever Muslims believed paradise was, two children a year from his wives who were ever-ready to please him in bed.

4,957 Words.

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