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Omar couldn't keep his eyes off his little sister, Aisha. The minx had a way of teasing him with her innocent looks and naive behavior, especially since their parents had passed away. With no one to keep an eye on them, Omar's twisted desires grew stronger by the day. And today, he was determined to make his move.

Aisha was a stunning contrast to Omar's rugged features. Her long, dark hair fell in curls past her shoulders, framing her big brown doe eyes and full, luscious lips. Her modest clothing, a loose hijab and long dress, couldn't hide her curvy figure, and Omar often fantasized about exposing her soft, forbidden skin. Under her innocent, conservative Muslim exterior, he knew there was a wild side waiting to be unleashed. And he intended to be the one to do it.

"Sis," Omar called out, spotting her in the hallway. "Come here, I need to talk to you."

Aisha, oblivious to the fire in Omar's eyes, approached him with a gentle smile. "What is it, big brother? Is everything okay?"

Omar's heart raced as he realized this was the moment he would break her innocent spirit. "I've been wanting to teach you a lesson, little sister. And today's the day."

Confusion clouded Aisha's eyes, but she trusted her brother implicitly. "I don't understand, Omar. What do you mean?"

Omar grabbed her by the wrist, his grip firm as he pulled her into his bedroom and shut the door. "You may be innocent, Aisha, but that doesn't mean I can't make you my personal slut. With mom and dad gone, there's no one to protect you now."

Fear flashed in Aisha's eyes, and she tried to pull away, but Omar held her tight. "Please, big brother, don't say such things. I'm a good Muslim girl, I-"

Omar slapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the room. "You're my sister, but that doesn't make you immune to my desires. You will do as I say, understand?"

Tears welled in Aisha's eyes, but she nodded, her resistance weakening. "Y-yes, big brother. I understand."

"Good. Now get on your knees and suck my cock, you little cocksucker." Omar undid his belt, his eyes burning with lust.

Aisha hesitated, her innocence warring with her desire to please her brother. "Please, Omar, I've never... I don't know how."

Omar growled, his patience wearing thin. "You'll learn, sis. Now get those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock."

With trembling hands, Aisha lowered herself to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. Omar kicked her legs apart, exposing her slender thighs. "That's it, sis. Now take it out and suck it like a good little Muslim slut."

Aisha's hands shook as she undid his belt, her eyes widening at the sight of his hard cock. She wrapped her lips around him, and Omar groaned, tangling his hands in her hair. "Fuck, yes, take it all, sis. Show me what a dirty girl you can be."

Aisha choked and gagged, her eyes watering, but Omar showed no mercy. "Look at me, sis. I want to see those beautiful eyes when you worship my cock. You like this, don't you?"

Aisha's eyes, full of humiliation and desire, met his as she bobbed her head. "Yes, big brother," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

"That's my good girl. Now, I'm going to fuck that sweet Muslim pussy of yours. Get on the bed, sis." Omar pushed her gently onto the mattress, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

Aisha lay there, her body trembling as Omar positioned himself between her legs. He pulled off her hijab, exposing her soft hair, and then slowly lifted her dress, revealing her slender legs and lacy panties. "You're so fucking beautiful, sis. I'm going to make you mine."

Aisha whimpered as Omar pulled off her panties, exposing her bare pussy. "Please, Omar, I'm scared. We shouldn't be doing this."

Omar kissed her softly, his hand caressing her cheek. "Shh, it's okay, sis. I'll be gentle. But you're mine now, understand? My personal sex toy."

"Y-yes, big brother," Aisha whispered, her eyes full of conflicting emotions.

Omar positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her wetness. "Tell me you want it, sis. Tell me you want your brother's cock inside you."

"I want it," Aisha breathed, her voice shaking. "I want your cock, big brother."

Omar thrust forward, filling her with his length, and Aisha cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips thrusting as he watched his cock disappear into her tight pussy. "That's it, sis. Take it all. You're my good little sisterwhore now."

Aisha wrapped her legs around him, her body responding despite her conflicted mind. "Oh, God, Omar. It feels so good. I can't stop."

Omar kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. "You don't have to stop, sis. You're mine now, and I'm going to fuck you whenever I want. You're my personal sex toy, understand?"

"Yes," Aisha moaned, her body on fire. "I'm your sex toy. Do with me as you please, big brother."

Omar pounded into her, his cock throbbing with pleasure. "That's it, sis. Take my cock. Take your brother's load."

As Aisha cried out in pleasure, Omar filled her with his release, marking her as his. He collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving. "You're mine now, Aisha. My personal slut, my sex toy. And no one will ever take you away from me."

Aisha, her body spent and her innocence shattered, nodded, her eyes full of a mix of emotions. "I'm yours, big brother. Do with me as you please."

Omar smirked, knowing he had broken her spirit and made her his. From that day on, Aisha was his willing participant in their taboo games, her naive nature now a tool for his pleasure. And Omar made sure to remind her of her place, dominating and possessing her whenever and wherever he desired.