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“Arghhh you liked it baby?” Kartar Singh inquired. By the sound of his creaking voice, one could figure that he was close to an orgasm as well. It was winters but both of them were sweating profusely.
“Yes my husband. Keep going.” She was close to another orgasm. “But wait, ahhh, don’t ahh cum inside. Ahhhh!”
It was too late. Hot shots of cum filled my sister’s wet pussy. Kartar Singh didn’t even stop when she asked him to but instead followed his primal instincts and loaded her pussy with more come.
“Ooooh, what did you do Kartar ji!” My sister screamed in worry before another orgasm hit her. “But it feels so good.”
“It feels so good to have a part of you inside my, my husband!” She pushed back to squeeze all of the remaining cum and filled her pussy. They kissed wildly again.
“Sorry, I got carried away. Couldn’t stop!”
“It’s okay jaanu. I will take the pill!” She was now wrapped inside his arms, her leg locked around his waist.
“But don’t the chemists here know you?” Kartar Singh asked, genuinely worried.
“I’ll go further into the city.” She kissed him passionately. “I’ll do anything for you, my love, anything.”
“Just promise me you’ll love me like this every day!”
“I promise, my wife!”
They hugged each other and gave small pecks on each other’s lips.
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This was the first time Kartar Singh fucked my sister without a condom. It happened a lot more times, some days I saw, some I didn’t. But then things took a different turn.
Kartar Singh was a changed man after taking my sister’s virginity. He started treating her like most Indian village men treat their wife–rudely. He also started drinking a lot and ordered my sister around all day.
But she didn’t care. She loved him beyond doubt and was ready to sacrifice anything to be loved by him, to get fucked by him. She didn’t remove her wedding bangles and started wearing a bindi. Her everyday attire was that of newly-weds as she wore bright red suits and kept her head covered with a dupatta.
I casually asked her why she had changed her look so much. I did that so that she won’t be surprised at my lack of surprise. She teasingly asked me if I didn’t like it, to which I innocently said I loved it. The conversation ended there and she seemed to be convinced that I didn’t know anything about what was up. I kept spying on them.
One day, I returned early to my house and saw our neighbour uncle standing outside our house, perplexed. He saw me and questioned:
“Beta, is your sister fine? There’s some noise coming from your house.”
I obviously knew what was happening inside.
“Yes, don’t worry uncle. She has started working out recently so must be that noise.”
“Oh, okay beta. You should also workout. You’ve started looking so thin and weak.”
“I will uncle!”
The uncle went on, convinced by my answer. Little did he know that my sister was getting fucked by a man of his age.
I rushed inside, albeit quietly. There, I saw them at their wildest.
Kartar Singh had pinned my sister against the wall and was fucking her from behind. He had shoved her head against the wall and spanked her ass wildly. His knees were bent as his dick shoved my sister’s pussy. The room reeked of alcohol and a bottle lay empty on the table.