“What happened?” He looked at my sister with such anger that it scared me as well.
“He’s unwell. His stomach hurts!”
He also sat beside me and patted my back. The crying made my case stronger. My sister took out a medicine from the drawer and gave it to me. I took it but didn’t gulp it down.
“I’ll make pudina tea for you. Lie down, my baby brother.”
She went to the kitchen and Kartar Singh followed. I flushed down the medicine and went to the kitchen taking soft footsteps.
Kartar Singh had hugged my sister from behind as she kept crying while making the tea. He grabbed her boobs and bit her ear.
“Not now, Kartar ji!” That insolent old man had no respect for my sister’s feelings.
“You promised me. Today we will have sex no matter what!”
“My brother is sick, Kartar ji!”
“It’s nothing. He will be fine by the time you take this tea to him.”
My sister kept crying.
“Hey, he will be fine. Stop crying, meri jaan!” He pulled her into a kiss and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Let’s check on him first. Then we’ll decide.”
I rushed back to my room and lied down in a blanket. They came with the tea in a few minutes.
“Vikas, here’s your tea. Here have it!”
“Didi, I am completely fine now. That medicine worked wonders. There’s no pain!” I said trying to get up.
“Oh, thank god!” She looked at Kartar Singh with relief.
“But didi, can you do me a favour? Can you sleep in dad’s room tonight? I am just so sleepy because of that med. I want to sleep for a few hours without disturbance! I am sure I’ll be fine in the morning.”
“Okay Vikas! You scared me. You drink this tea and go to sleep. I anyway have to study all night so I’ll use dad’s room.”
“Thank you, didi. I love you!” I hugged her tightly. It was the hug brothers give to their sister’s when she goes to her husband’s place after marriage.
“Love you my baby brother! Get well soon!”
“Please shut the door tightly when you go!” I said as both of them walked out of the room. Kartar Singh gave me another pat while leaving. I am sure he couldn’t contain his excitement.
As soon as they left, I took my penis in my hands and asked it to calm down for a bit. Then, I lay there patiently.
***
After waiting for an hour or so, I kept checking for noises by standing near the door. They had dinner and then there was silence for a bit. In some time, I heard their voice and footsteps. They were approaching my door. I put out the lights and rolled inside the blanket.
“He’s asleep!” Kartar Singh whispered.
“Let’s double check!” She replied.
Kartar Singh turned on the light, a smaller bulb and called my sister inside the room. My eyes were closed but I managed to peep now and then. What I saw made me feel a mix of emotions!
She was wearing a red, bridal lehenga. She had a red bindi on her forehead and was wearing long, hanging golden earrings. Her eyes were heavy with kajal and her beautiful red lips were complemented by a maroonish lipstick. She had tied her hair in a bun and had covered them with a pallu, a red embroidered dupatta.
There was also a golden necklace around her neck that made her deep-neck red blouse even more attractive. She had henna mehandi on her hands which stretched till her forearms. She was also wearing a chooda, a series of red, white and golden bangles which newly-wed Indian women wear.