Thank you for your wonderful feedbacks and recommendations on what needs to be done next in the storyline. I strongly recommend you to read 'Desires of an Indian Mind pt 1' before you read this part. This part of the series would contain a storyline within few characters who would play a vital role in the series that will follow.
The story line starts with where is stopped in my previous part. If this category does not please your interest, feel free to the skip this series and move on. My writing skills are not something that is appreciated, so kindly excuse me if you feel i have done a mediocre job in writing this story.
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I woke up the next day around 7 am. I had a hard on early morning like every other day. I wondered what the fuck is wrong with my dick. It seemed unusually hard and felt like it just doesn't get satisfied. I just sat on my bed and recalled the events of what happened last night. I imagined Richa's face, her seductive lips wide opened, eyes rolled up in pure ecstasy of being stuffed. I quickly searched for my phone and played the video that I shot at Thangappa's room from his window.
I started getting goose bumps as I watched Richa in the video. I saw Thangappa getting ready to exploit her ass from her behind without her knowing what is to follow. Richa had her face in pure lust and busy masturbating pussy by playing with her clit. I watched how her ass was taken by Thangappa and how it was assaulted. How she was muffled by Thangappa's strong hands and how helpless she was with his underwear stuffed in her mouth. I started jacking off to the video and within no time I came all over the floor.
"Shit," I said. The floor was messy with my cum all over the floor. I quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped off the mess from the floor. I wore my pajamas and went to the living room. I did not see Richa around. She was sound asleep and it looked like she was worn out by last night's assault. I slowly went towards Richa's room and peeped inside. She was asleep and wore new clean cloths, different from what she wore last night. A blue nighty wear made of satin. She must have cleaned herself last night.
I looked around to check where the cloths were that she wore last night were. It was in the laundry basket; I grabbed and quickly surveyed it. It had cum stains all over it. Like a pervert I sniffed the part of the cloth which lies close to her mound. I pungent smell was strong which a mix of sex, cum, sweat. I put the cloth back to the basket and saw my sister. I came close to her and watched her closely, she looked beautiful. She is my sister, but I can't stop looking at his ripe melons which was covered by her satin nighty. I wondered if she wore a bra, and decided to check that for myself. I slowly moved my hand close to her breasts and touched it with my fingers very lightly. It was soft and I couldn't control my urge to mould it hard.
My mind as a devil it is started giving me ideas of different ways I can force myself on her. I decided against my thoughts and backed off. I quickly left the room and decided that I need a strong plot which can help me enjoy her beauty with mutual concern. It was going to be a tough task, but I accepted the challenge.
I freshened up and grabbed some fresh cloths, sprayed some good deodorant and was getting ready for my first outing with Shifali. I took out my phone and texted her, "Good morning strawberry, what time would you be out?"
"Pick me up at 9:30 from my college bus stop. Don't be late?," she replied.
I had some more time to kill so decided to quickly cook some breakfast. I decided to cook French toast and make some coffee.
"It smells really good. When did you learn to cook?" asked Richa who was now behind me at the moment trying to grab some hot toasts. She quickly took a bite and said, "Hmmm.. That tastes delicious. Mind if I take some more?" she started to grab few and placed it on her plate.
"Aaaa. Never mind, have some more. Why aren't you getting ready for college?" I asked her.
"I'm taking an off. I'm tired," she replied.
"Tired of doing what?" I asked her smiling. She was behind me and I anticipated some lie from her. I knew why the bitch was tired. She had the best fuck of her life last night, why wouldn't she be tired?
"Aaaa.. That's because, Aaaa, monthly problems, you know. You guys wouldn't understand that," she answered. She lied with a straight face.
"What time would you reach home today? I have some plans with my friends here. So please do not bother showing up here before 6:00pm in the evening," she said.
"So it was pre-planned. I would not bother you girls. Anyways, I have better things to do so I would not be here till late night," I told her. I quickly finished my breakfast. Richa was still seated in the kitchen and was busy texting. She felt irritated and looked worried about the texts she was reading. She then left to her room and then I saw her go to the bathroom to freshen up.
I wanted to know who she was texting to. I wanted to know what would be her next move after last night's events. Would she tell Farooq about the events and plan a revenge on Thangappa? Would she tell parents and file a case against him for forcing her into sexual acts? I was really curious. She seemed cool about last night by the way she spoke to me in the morning. She could have told me what happened last night as I was her brother and her only relative at home at the moment. Curiosity took the better of me and I went to her room to look for her phone.
I found her phone in her bed and tried to turn it on. It was password protected. I cursed my luck and decided to try few passwords. I tried few passwords like 1234 and 0000, and then thought my sister was way too smart to keep her phone with such lousy passwords. I tried few more time and failed miserably. My sister normally takes an hour to take shower so I knew I had ample amount of time to crack her password. I tried many time and failed.
I closed my eyes and tried hard to think on all possibilities that could be her password. All I could think was Thangappa banging my sister. Thangappa caught my sister banging Farooq in his car. His car! That it! I tried the number 1798 and phone unlocked. It was the registration number of Farooq's car. I felt like an accomplished spy solving cases and had an evil grin on my face.
I quickly surveyed her phone. It had all the cheesy apps the girls used during those days. I quickly went through her messaging apps. I scrolled through her texts with Farooq. It has messages only of last night. She has deleted the previous messages. It has messages where he tried to console Richa and also pampering her to take rest and medicines. Apparently Richa had lied to Farooq that she was not keeping well and would want to sleep early after taking medicines. I knew for the fact that Farooq was not aware of Thangappa's blackmailing and extorting money from her.
I understood that Richa has not entirely been truthful to Farooq. I checked for other texts. There was an unknown number. She had not saved that number. I opened the texts to that number. It has some 30 to 40 texts from 2:30pm from last night. I decided to read all those. The texts were in tamil language, but I have translated it in English here.
"Thank you for the wonderful night," I knew from this that the texts were from Thangappa.
"I can't sleep and I want to talk to you. Can I call?" he texted.
"Yes," Richa replied.
They spoke for some time because the timing of texts had that difference. It seems like Thangappa was successful to console Richa on his assault on her and must have convinced her and made her realize that what happened between them was on mutual concern.
"Thank you for picking my call," texted Thangappa.
