My sister also seemed drunk by now and boldly kept her head on Kartar Singh’s shoulders. Her perfume was driving him mad as he restlessly moved about in his seat.
“Let’s go home. I want to fuck you so bad.” He whispered but I could hear.
“Soon! Fuck me all night today, please.” My sister replied.
We ate our meal hurriedly and called another taxi.
“Vikas, sit on the front seat, beta. My head hurts sitting there.” Kartar Singh ordered with strange politeness.
“Riya beta, can I put my head on your lap till we get back? Please massage it also.” Kartar Singh said that loud enough so the driver could hear.
“Of course, uncle.”
The poor driver had no idea what was going on and he totally ignored the conversation. I, on the other hand, knew exactly what these lovebirds were upto. I had to focus a lot in the side mirror but I managed to see most of it.
They had continued the handjob they were giving each other in the restaurant. Kartar Singh had now taken his hand inside my sister’s saree and was fingering her wildly while kissing her naked navel. My sister had her hands inside Kartar Singh’s underwear and was stroking him.
“Is it better, uncle?”
“Yes beta, keep massaging.”
The sound of her bangles got louder as she masturbated him.
“Yes beta. Massage harder.”
“Okay…ahh, okay ahhm, uncle.”
“Sorry, just a little sleepy!”
“Oh ahhh, thank you beta, feels so much better now!”
“Ssshh uncleee, rest, rest till we get home!”
They both orgasmed.
***
“Vikas, go to sleep. I’ll drop Kartar ji to his room and study in papa’s room for a bit.”
“Okay, didi!”
As they were both so drunk and horny, they didn’t even wait till I walked away. My sister started kissing Kartar Singh’s face and left marks of her lipstick all around.
“Happy birthday baby. Unwrap your present now and fuck it. Hard.”
She tried to remove her saree but Kartar Singh stopped her.
“Leave it on ji!”
They then kissed passionately for a good 10 minutes. Kartar Singh had waited all day to devour those lips and devour them he did. But his usual violence was missing so far. He kissed her like a boyfriend, rather than an abusive husband.
But that changed soon. He grunted and choked my sister’s neck. Then he threw her on the bed and stared at her angrily. He removed his clothes and his dick popped up. My sister tried to get up to take it in her mouth slowly but he literally shoved it in.
“Suck it hahaha. Beta? Haha. I’ve turned you into a whore.”
“You were so innocent just a month ago. Look at you now. You were born to suck dick.”
My sister kept sucking without saying anything.
“Haha your poor father. He doesn’t know his daughter is a whore.”
This seemed to make my sister angry as she stopped sucking and tried to speak. But Kartar Singh slapped her face and filled her mouth with his dick again.
“You want me to tell your dad all about you?” Kartar Singh pulled her ear and fucked her mouth. She nodded a no.
“Then suck it like a good bitch!”
My sister started crying but kept on sucking. Her tears ruined her make up as a blackish red liquid rolled down her cheeks.