She sat down on her knees in front of Kartar Singh and held his hand.
“I have something to tell you!” She looked him in the eye.
She hesitated, had a smile on her face followed by a look of fear. She took a long breath and sighed.
“I…” She stopped again.
“Kartar ji, I am pregnant!”
“Kartar ji, I’m pregnant!”
These words swiped the Earth off Kartar Singh’s feet and left me trembling as well. This plaything that was going on between this two, which I was enjoying as well, had taken a serious turn.
A million thoughts raced through my head. What would papa think, what would they tell him, what happens now? I was so anxious and was worried what my sister would be going through.
“What? How did that happen? I thought you were taking pills.” Kartar Singh’s voice shook the room.
“I was. They are not always effective.” My sister was almost crying with her head bowed down near Kartar Singh’s knees. “And I, umm…I might have missed taking a few.”
“What! Panchod, how the fuck! Why?” Kartar Singh slapped my sister’s head. The glass fell down.
“Why are you getting angry ji? I thought you’ll be happy!”
“Happy? What the fuck will you say to your father? He will kick me out the house. Where will I live?” Kartar Singh choked her.
“I don’t know. He will kick me out as well. I will go with you to your village.”
“Behnchod! You upper class people don’t get it. You ruined my life, bitch!” Kartar Singh held my sister by her hair and lifted her up. He got off the bed and choked her again.
“Kartar ji, I thought you loved me. Why are you so unhappy?” My sister said while trying to loosen Kartar Singh’s grip around her neck.
“Babyy, you’re hurting me.” She cried. Then, she tried to kiss him. When he moved his face away, she held his dick in her hands.
In a frantic turn of events, Kartar Singh stopped choking her and threw her on the bed. He got on top of her and began kissing her. She kissed back. Their lips met with fiery passion and tongues wrestled wildly.
My sister hugged the old man and locked her legs around him.
“Fuck me husband.”
Within seconds, Kartar Singh removed his pyjama and my sister’s. He entered her without warning.
“Ahahhh!”
He fucked her in fast strokes straight away. His fat dick had surely stretched her pussy by now.
“Fuck me, husband, the father of my child.”
It looked like this was my sister’s strategy to help Kartar Singh calm down. Every time he got mad at her, she spread her legs for him and he couldn’t resist.
“Ahhh, ahhh, babyyyy!”
“Faster…ohh I love you so much, ah please go deeper.”
“Ahhhh!” My sister came. “Keep going!”
“Hmmmpf. Fucking whore, you’ve ruined my life.” Kartar Singh complained as he came inside my pregnant sister and collapsed on top of her.
***
“The doctor said I can’t abort it!” My sister smiled nervously at Kartar Singh, holding his hands. My sister returned from the doctor’s clinic, traveling 2 hours away to another city to get checked.
“Why not?” Kartar Singh pulled at my sister’s wrists, revealing her bangles which were covered by her kameez.
“Complications can arise. And…” She stopped speaking and sat next to Kartar Singh.