“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?” I could fathom where she was getting at.
“Yaa. I spoke to Anu Massi and she said she wants to see you. Monu’s exams have also ended. You two can play cricket all day.”
“But didi, what about you? I have never gone alone to their place!” I asked reluctantly. “Come on, it will be fun.”
“Vikas, I have my exams. And I’ll take care of Kartar Ji. Ahumm!” He shifted a bit and most probably rubbed my sister’s pussy with his knee.
When he shifted, I saw a glimpse beneath the quilt. My sister was only wearing her kameez, and was naked beneath that. Fucking hell, I thought, these guys literally have lost all shame.
“And it’s okay, you’re a grown up now. You can travel to Kanpur alone. We’ll drop you at the bus stand on Saturday.” She said as I was engulfed with fear and rage. My own sister was sending me away, alone, to our favourite aunt’s place. Just to get fucked by this ugly old man.
“Okay!” I replied meekly.
I walked out with my head down. I was only a few feet away when I started hearing my sister giggling and then moaning.
“Stop Kartar Ji! Ahaha!” She moaned. “Babyyyyy!”
***
There was no way I was going to miss my sister’s first night. I pretended to be excited about my trip to Kanpur but I had my excuse ready. On Saturday evening, 2 hours before my bus, I complained of severe pain in my stomach. I groaned keeping my stomach in hand and called my sister. She rushed in to our room.
“What happened Vikas?”
“Didi, I can’t go to Monu’s place. My stomach hurts so bad!”
“Why, what did you eat?” Her reaction was of both guilt and disappointment.
“Nothing. It just suddenly started. I can’t stand!”
I sat down on the bed. She sat beside me and hugged me, keeping her hand over my stomach. I don’t know what happened to me but I started crying. I missed mom, but most importantly I missed my sister who had not given me any attention in the past few weeks. I cried even more loudly as scenes of her giving blowjobs to Kartar Ji flashed in front of my eyes. Of him asking her to clean up after spurting cum on her, of him pulling her hair when she refused sex and of her still loving him and begging him to marry her.
Just then, that asshole entered the room.
“Vikas can’t go today!” My sister said, she was teary eyed herself.