In this chapter, I describe how Kartar Singh finally took my sister's virginity. Please read the first two chapters to get a background of how things led to this.
These events happened more than 12 years ago so my recollections sometimes get a bit hazy. But some memories are so strong that I have to masturbate in anger or fuck my wife violently to feel better. Of course, she loves it but she has no idea what goes on in my head when I do that. The scenes...so appalling yet so erotic.
Things became somewhat banal when Kartar Singh left for his village. My father had a tour planned but postponed it for a few days in order to not leave us alone. For a few days, things looked like they had gone back to normal, the normalcy we knew before Kartar Singh started living with us.
The way my sister behaved in front of our father, so innocent, he could never even imagine what was going on behind his back. His daughter was being seduced by his tenant, a man almost as old as him and way below in stature and education, a man who he trusted so much that he would leave his children in his care.
Some days, I had a strong urge to tell everything to my father but then I would go cry in the washroom and masturbate, and I would know that I was as addicted to all this as my sister. My behaviour around her had changed but she obviously didn't notice. Some odd nights I used to her hear masturbating and sighing. During the day, whenever our dad wasn't home, she would listen to sad romantic songs and cry. Of course, she thought I wasn't noticing.
Kartar Singh's room was locked since almost a couple of weeks. One Sunday afternoon, she said that she is going to clean the room and asked me and our father to stay away since it would be too dusty. But I knew what was going to happen so I sat with our dad for a few minutes and then walked towards the room.
She had locked the room from the inside and the curtains were closed. But there was enough gap in one window to allow me to peep in. She was lying on the bed, chest down, wearing just a bra. And she was rubbing her vagina against the bed, clutching the bedsheet tightly and moaning. She pulled a pillow and started kissing it as her intensity increased. Within a few minutes she came and quickly turned putting the pillow between her thighs. There, she rubbed the pillow on her pussy for a few minutes more and to my surprise, came again. Just as she was about to get up, I ran.
Though the sight was really erotic, I didn't feel like masturbating at all. Something was missing. The hatred or jealousy which Kartar Singh sparked in me. I was craving for that. I was as desperate as my sister for him to get back.
That night my sister looked much relieved and happier. She made us a sumptuous meal and while we were eating it, she got her reward.
"Kartar ji would be returning day after tomorrow. So, I'm taking tomorrow's train to Mumbai. You guys would be alone for a day, take good care."
My sister almost choked on the bite in her mouth. She gulped down a glass of water and excused herself to the kitchen.
"Don't worry papa, we'll be fine!"
I replied to take his attention away from my sister.
***
"Why didn't you tell me you're returning?" I heard my sister talking on the landline phone a few hours later.
"It's been more than a month! I miss you. I don't want surprises, I want you!"
"Hehe, okay jaan. Then come back soon, I will have a surprise planned for you as well."
"Ahhh, stop! Just come back okay. I'm going to my room."
The next day after dad left, I asked my sister if she had an idea at what time Kartar Singh would return.
She said he'll be back late afternoon, around the time she gets back from college. I didn't even need to pay much attention to catch her lies. I understood that he would be returning in the morning and my sister would bunk college again to spend alone time with me.
That night I couldn't sleep in anxiety and excitement. I had a raging boner all night and kept twisting and turning. I finally masturbated in my pyajamas and slept for a couple of hours before the excitement woke me up at 6 in the morning.
I got ready, had my breakfast and told my sister I'm leaving early for some work at school. Her eyes widened with happiness and she hugged me tightly. I did my usual routine for a few hours. I wanted to get back a little later because I was afraid Kartar Singh's timings might coincide with mine and I'd end up getting caught roaming around outside the house.
Finally, I couldn't wait and headed home. The door was open and there was a suitcase in the hall! He was back. I rushed towards his room and there they were!
As it turned out, I was indeed late by some time because they were just cuddling in bed, completely naked. There legs were locked inside each other's, Kartar Singh's arm had wrapped around her and their cheeks were brushing.
"So, how are your kids?" She asked while holding his hand tightly.
"Good. My daughter got married!"
"Married?"
"Yes. It's a village! We got her married as soon as she turned 21."
"She's almost as old me. I'm your daughter's age." My sister joked and kissed Kartar Singh on the lips. He started getting a boner. He pulled her closer and lifted her hips to bring her on his lap. She was surprised but more turned on. They kissed again.
"So, did you...?" She started making circles on his hairy chest and looked away shyly.
"Did I what?" He replied taking his hands towards her pussy. She lifted it to give access to him and that's when I saw that it was completely shaved. Maybe that was the surprise, I thought.
"Did you fuck your wife?" She asked hesitantly. "Ahhhh!"
"Of course, I did. She's my wife." He grabbed my sister's boob with his other hand.
"Did you like it? She must be so old now. Ummmaaah."
"Yes. But she lets me do what you won't."
He started fondling her boobs aggressively and that made me remove my own pants and stroke my penis wildly.
"You said you would let me fuck you when I get back. Are you ready?"
"I said, aaahh. I said I would make up my mind and I have. Just not today." She was jumping on his finger and held his dick tightly. It was now fully erect and I could see the throbbing from a distance. She tilted backwards to make him lick her neck but he got back.
"No, that's enough! I can't wait anymore!" He shouted and turned her around. He was about to enter her but my sister shifted a bit and sat on his dick instead.
"Aaahh! Kartar Ji not today, please! First you have to take me as a wife."
"And how am I gonna do that?" He tried to move away at first but he seemed to love the new sensation as my sister rubbed her pussy against his dick.
"I want our first night to be special and I have something on my mind. Godddd, this is, ahh, baby, I missed you!" She was also loving this sensation as she rubbed faster. Then she tightened her upper thighs around her dick and took his fingers on her clit.
Kartar Singh spanked her ass with the other hand and then rubbed her ass crack with his fingers. That made her go wild and her movements became faster.
"On Saturday. On Saturday you will accept me as your wife and fuck me. Ahh, even I can't wait to feel your dick inside me, Kartar ji. I want you so baaad ahahhhh I'm coming."
This sight was too erotic for me and I came much before the both of them did.
"What about Vikas? Ugggh, I'm coming as well!"
"Wait!" She suddenly got down from his lap and bent down to take his dick in her mouth. Her beautiful hair lay spread on Kartar Singh's fat belly as she sucked him like a pro. It was too much for the old man as he groaned and came. He spewed hot cum all over my sister's face. She squeezed his dick tightly to get the last drop out, her mouth still open wide.
"I'll figure" She smooched him passionately.
"I'll figure it out, my love!" She hugged him tightly and licked his lips with her tongue. He grabbed her head and kissed her wildly.
"It will be two months since we had our first kiss on Saturday. We will celebrate it by having our first sex."
***
"Vikas!" That Friday, I came back from school on time and was aimlessly walking around my house when I heard Kartar Singh's roar.
"Come here,
puttar
!"
"Yes, Kartar ji!" I entered his room and my sister was massaging his legs beneath a quilt. But I was sure that before she saw me, her hands were on his dick. She gave me an innocent smile.
"Your sister wants to say something!"
She looked at him surprisingly and went pale. Her expression said: "Now?"
"Umm, Vikas, you have been working so hard lately. So, I thought you need to take a break."
"A break,
didi
