Kartar Singh was behind her, nibbling at her ear and squeezing her boob. She was wearing a pink, satin suit with a dupatta on her head. As Kartar Singh seduced her she let out a sigh which made the dupatta fall around her shoulders. Kartar Singh then wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her. Her hand was busy stirring the pot but then she lifted it up to hold Kartar Singh’s dick.
My sister’s face was covered by her hair as she bowed her head back in lust. From my pov, I could only see her beautiful earring popping out around her ear as she kissed Kartar Singh with passion.
“Khaana toh banana do jaan!” My sister looked at him seductively and said at least let me cook first.
“I will eat you baby! Don’t worry.” Kartar Singh literally bit my sister’s lips and then bit her boobs from over the kameez.
While I was about to take my dick out to masturbate, I accidentally kicked a glass, probably left there by a drunk Kartar Singh. They saw me but I immediately looked away.
“Vikas, you’re home early!” My sister shouted, her voice still heavy with lust.
“Oh, I didn’t see you there. I was gonna look for you in dad’s room.”
“I am making lunch!”
“And I am helping her!” Kartar Singh barked angrily. He had no shame at all and didn’t even move an inch. I could see my sister’s elbow pushing him away.
“Today, I will make you taste authentic Punjabi food.”
I saw my sister’s salwar drop at the edge of the slab. He was about to fuck her right in front of me!
“This was taught to me by my dadi. Aisa tikka nahi khaaya hona kabhi!” He tried to assure me that I would’ve never taste a tikka like the one he was cooking. He was drunk out of his senses and horny beyond measure.
“Vikas. Go freshen up. I will call you when the food is ahh ready.”
He had entered her. He had entered my sister while I was looking! The boldness of this old man was frightening. My sister tried hard not to moan but her sighs gave it away. She was not wearing any bra and the satin suit made her nipples look swollen.
“Wait. Vikas, can you smell it?” Asked Kartar Singh. Even though I couldn’t see it, I could make out that he was fucking her with small strokes. Her body trembled but I knew she was loving the taboo and the danger of it as she bit her lips while stirring the pot again.
“I, uh, I can a little bit.” I answered. I was in shock but I also wanted to masturbate badly. Shame, I didn’t have courage like the old bastard.
“Riya beta, make it spicier. Vikas doesn’t like it yet. Wait, I’ll put some more masala in it.”
Saying that, he started fucking her harder but not hard enough to make it apparent. My sister thought I was the most innocent boy in the world and she must’ve been sure that I couldn’t understand what was going on. But still, the thought of it made her go wild as her hand trembled on the stirring spoon.
Kartar Singh added some chilli powder to the pan and a stingy smoke emerged. My sister and I both started coughing and her eyes teared up as well. Kartar Singh used this occasion to fuck her faster and harder.