“Ahhh!” My sister screamed but instantly took her hand to her eyes to make me think that the chilli steam made her moan.
The whole scenario was too erotic for Kartar Singh as he came really quickly. I could see it on his face when he orgasmed but I had no idea if he shot his cum inside my sister or pulled out. Clearly, she didn’t orgasm.
“Go now, Vikas. Get ready for lunch.” Kartar Singh ordered.
No sooner than I turned my head that I started hearing my sister’s moans. Kartar Singh returned the favour as her loudest moan made it clear that she had cum as well.
I went to my washroom and masturbated twice, all while sneezing and getting stingy tears in my eyes.
***
A few days later, it was Kartar Singh’s birthday. As a loving wife, my sister made the entire day about him. I had anticipated that this day would be special and hence woke up early to spy on Kartar Singh’s room.
They were still sleeping. My sister woke up first and looked at Kartar Singh lovingly. She removed his arm from over her and got off the bed. She was just wearing a gown. She gazed at her husband for a while and smiled. Slowly, she removed her gown and took the blanket off of Kartar Singh. She unzipped his pyajama and took his cock in her mouth. His morning boner was raging and my sister’s mouth made it even harder.
He woke up and saw her. A fair young woman sucking your dick in the morning, it’s the perfect birthday gift for any husband, let alone this ugly old man.
“Happy birthday, husband!” My sister looked at him with puppy eyes and got back to sucking him. She sucked on it like candy making slurpy noises.
“Umm, Kartar ji, it’s your birthday but your wife is getting this present.” She squeezed his hairy balls and licked the tip of his penis.
Kartar Singh was now sitting upright. She stopped sucking him and went over to give him a long passionate kiss. Then, she adjusted her hips on his dick and took him in her pussy.
“Happy birthday the love of my life!”
“Thank you, meri jaan!”
My sister jumped on Kartar Singh’s dick while hugging him tightly and kissing him. She held his beard and kissed her naughtily.
“Ahh, I love your dick in the morning. I love you!”
They kissed again as my sister neared her orgasm.
“Riya, wait, get off!”
“Nooo, not today! Ah, I’m about to cum!”
She slowed down her jumps but took Kartar Singh deeper into her pussy.
“Kartar jiiiii!”
“Ahhh, beta ji, ahhh!” In that moment of ecstasy, Kartar Singh referred to my sister how he usually used to. As beta, a kid. And then he shot hot cum inside her as she moved her hips to squeeze it all in.
“Happy birthday, uncle!” My sister teased him and gave him a wink.
“Let’s get ready. Today, I will make sure it’s the most special day of your life!” She said as she finally got up and kissed him.
***
My sister spent that entire day at the parlour getting ready. She told me to get ready by the time she gets back as we’d be going to a restaurant to celebrate Kartar Singh’s birthday.
She came back after a few hours and looked nothing short of a goddess. She had brown highlights on her hair which hung long across her side, curling before they reached her breasts. Her face was adorned with gorgeous make up of which her lipstick stood out the most. She wore a green bindi that made her look like the most dolled-up newly we ever. On her ears, long and dazzling earrings dangled.