“Nooo. Please don’t go. Ahh, why…god, ahh, why are you going?”
“I miss my wife and kids…give me your hand.”
“Really? You’re gonna leave me here? For her? Arggh.” Her moans were getting louder and we amplified with her jealousy.
“Why not? She’s my wife!”
“And what am I? Your slut?” I could hear the sound of bangles getting louder. She was giving him a violent handjob.
“No, you’re my lover.”
Then, the bed started shaking louder and my hand also went towards my dick. Their kisses were getting sloppier and their moans heavier. Both were going at it with full speed.
“Kartaaar jiii! I love you! Please don’t go.”
“You don’t love me, you won’t even let me enter you.”
“Ahhhh, I willll. But not yet….Ahhh please, only you can enter me but give me time.”
From the sounds, I could make out that Kartar Singh had removed my sister’s clothes and was sucking her breasts.
“Nooo, please!” I think he was just about to enter her again and she stopped him.
“Don’t get angry, jaan. I promise you, when you get back. You can fuck me.”
“Sure!”
“Nooo. I’m not sure. I will try my best to make up my mind. I just want to be sure that you really love me.”
“You doubt that?” He was on top of her now and kissing her wildly.
“No, no. Kartar jiii, ahahhh I’m coming. Ummmbb.” Kartar Singh shut her mouth to stop the noises.
“Baby, don’t leave like that. Fuck my mouth. I want your cock inside my mouth.”
With that, my sister started blowing the old man, whilst I was sleeping just a few inches away. His gruntled noises made it seem that he was about to cum. And cum he did, within minutes! And so did I. Even though I couldn’t see anything, the erotic nature of the whole affair was so overwhelming.
“I’ll miss you baby. Come back soon and I’ll get my body ready for you.”
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.