In this chapter, I further unfold what happened between my 20 year old sister and our 50 something tenant Kartar Singh. Do read the first chapter to get more insight into what exactly happened.
After that appalling sight of my sister and Kartar Singh making out, I couldn't focus at all on my classes the next day. All I could think of was that bulky old guy fingering my innocent sister while kissing her like a lover.
Her moans were still ringing in my ears. I had heard her say, 'Kartar Ji' so many times but the way she moaned his name that night, it made my blood boil. The way she wrapped her arms around him, let him lick her throat, oh god, I couldn't bear it. She rejected such smart, intelligent and talented individuals, only to end up in the lap of this illiterate old man who was even older than our father?
While I was immersed in all these thoughts, I noticed my penis was tearing through my underwear. I had a massive boner, in class. I couldn't sit properly, I wanted to jack off so bad. Confused, I raised my hand in the middle of the class and told the teacher I wasn't feeling well. She could see me covered in sweat, pale in the face and panting. She sympathised and asked me to take the day off and return home. The student on the first bench gave me a bottle of cold water which helped me calm down and calmed my boner down as well.
Restless, I took a rickshaw back home. My sister used to be in her college at that hour but I was sure Kartar Singh would be home. I didn't want to face him but I had nowhere else to go. I thought, I would just barge in, tell him I'm unwell and disappear in my room. I wanted to call dad and tell everything to him. But like they say, curiosity killed the cat. I was curious as to what exactly happened.
When I reached home, I realised the front door was open. Even though, at the back of my mind, I was expecting to see what I saw in a few moments, I still treaded with weak knees. My heart was throbbing and I could feel it pump in my ears. There was an eerie silence.
"She wouldn't bunk college for him? Would she?" I thought to myself. She never missed her classes, even when she was sick. There was a reason she was the favourite of all her teachers. But my guess was right. I carefully walked towards Kartar Singh's room and there they were!
The scene was quite similar to the one I saw the day before but it was much more silent, much more intimate. My sister was wearing a sleeveless, orange-coloured
kurta
with a salwar with the same bangles and earrings as last night. She left her hair open which Kartar Singh was pulling in in his fist as they kissed madly. At first, it was a simpler smooch, they were chewing each other's lips. But then it got crazier as things heated up. She took out her tongue first which Kartar Singh immediately grasped with his own tongue and that made my sister moan.
She adjusted her hips and made her hug tighter around him. Her thin arms, wrapped against the old man's thick body circumference. They were at it for a good 5 minutes when they broke the kiss and looked at each other with lust. Kartar Singh made a questioning nod towards her to which she replied with a affirmative nod. It was a signal to take things forward.
Kartar Singh got her down from his lap and turned her around on the bed. Digging his nose in her hair, he seductively shoved them towards her breasts. He then bit her neck while untying the knot of her
kurta.
My sister moaned again, shouting his name for the first time that day. He then took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it while removing her
kurta.
Her moans got louder. Then, he quickly untied her
salwar
and angrily removed it from her legs. She was left in a black, laced bra and panty, still facing away from him but constantly bending her neck to allow Kartar Singh to feed on it.
Kartar Singh then pulled her back on his lap, adjusting her hips on his groin. He expertly unhooked her bra and threw it down on the floor. I saw my sister's naked back for the first time. It was a piece of art! Her neck was slender and it carried on to her curvy, white and spotless back. I was disgusted beyond imagination when Kartar Singh's rough and heavy hand grabbed my sister's left boob. With his right, he stretched her panties and slapped her cunt. My sister jumped in joy and turned her face backwards to kiss him.
"Aahhh, ahhh, Kartar Ji. Yes, there!" She moaned in ecstasy, sometimes breaking the kiss, sometimes in his mouth. With her right hand, she adjusted Kartar Singh's dick between her ass crack and started rubbing her hips.
"Noo, not the other one. Just one. Ouch!" She grabbed Kartar Singh's hand to stop him from inserting a second finger.
"Rub it there! Faster!"
"Kartaaar jiii! Oh god! God! Ahhh!" She screamed so loudly I was sure the neighbours could hear. It was obvious she had orgasmed. Standing at the door, I had also pulled out my dick. I had never seen it so erect. It was an angry monster waiting to spurt venom. But I knew things won't end there. I controlled myself and waited for the right moment to cum.
I was right. As soon as she came, my sister turned around to kiss Kartar Singh. That was the first time I saw her boobs. They were as gorgeous as the rest of her body. I felt embarrassed being turned on by my sister's boobs but I was helpless. The nipples were pink and sensitive, like a virgin angel's. The one that Kartar Singh had fondled was swollen and the breast had become a reddish pink. He sure had a tight fist!
But just as my sister was about to kiss him, Kartar Singh pushed her on the bed and lifted her legs. He sucked her breast while pinching her thigh. The moans resumed. Kartar Singh spent a few minutes sucking her boobs to his content and then looked her sternly in the eye. He bent and crawled towards her cunt. Locking his hands between her knees, he started kissing her thighs.
"Oh god Kartar Ji!"
With every kiss, he moved closer to her vagina. My sister understood what was happening.
"Stop! Stop Kartar Ji. What are you doing?"
But he paid no heed. He bit her labia softly and unleashed his tongue upon her cunt.
"Nooo. What are you doiiiiiing?"
"Stoppp! Don't stop! Wowww! Woww!"
It was clear this was the first time Kartar Singh was eating her out. Her lower body was trembling as she locked Kartar Singh's head inside her legs.
"What is thiiis?"
"Kartar Ji! You're...you're ahhhhh!"
Kartar Singh was licking her wildly now. I could see a glimpse of her cunt and it was dripping! The juices were visible from a few feet away where I was standing. Kartar Singh was also loving it as he made crazy noises.
"Aaaaaaaah!" My sister came again! She literally lifted her lips into Kartar Singh's mouth as he greedily drank the juices.
"Come here baby!"
My sister seductively invited her for a kiss. A 20 year old girl calling that disgusting old man 'baby' was too much for me. She was young enough to be his daughter. She was the prettiest girl in a town known for its beauties, and her she was getting orgasm after orgasm from that ugly, illiterate asshole. Love really is blind, isn't it?
I was angry and all that anger unleashed on my dick as I masturbated violently. But I still didn't cum! Kartar Singh refused her advances once again and in a fit of rage, removed all his clothes. He unleashed his dick. It was a good 7 inches or more, thick and black. His crotch was like a jungle, hairy. So was his entire body! He had hair on his back, his ass, and of course his chest. Even his legs looked that of a gorilla.
But in that he looked less like a gorilla and more like a lion as he roared:
"I told you, next time, it's my turn!"
My sister's jaw dropped at the sight of that monster cock and Kartar Singh used the opportunity to enter her mouth. She was helpless. She could just say a meek 'no' as her mouth became full with that thick black cock. She was still lying down on the bed as he started fucking her mouth, with his balls slapping her chin.
"mpppf, noo!" She mumbled. But Kartar Singh was possessed with sexual energy. He was not letting go. He grabbed my sisters hands and placed them on his balls. The cock was going in 2 inches at max, even though he kept forcing it inside.
"Open your mouth wider beta! Take your uncle in your mouth."
But my amateur sister couldn't help it. It was a sloppy blow job and Kartar Singh had enough of it. He lifted her up and choked her throat.
"I am going to teach you how to suck properly!"
"For now, use your hands."
It seemed as if my sister was more adept to handjobs than blowjobs as she expertly wrapped her hands around his cock and embraced him in a passionate kiss. She stroked him eagerly while sucking his tongue.
"You like that, my lover?" She broke the kiss and stared into his eyes.
"Yesss, keep going."
