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.
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“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!