“And what?”
My sister didn’t reply instantly. She looked around and then bit Kartar Singh’s ear. She let the dupatta down from her head and let her hair loose. She kissed the old man on the cheek and kept kissing till she touched his lips.
“I also want to keep it. It’s our baby.”
“Why don’t you understand? If your father kicks me out, I have nowhere to live. I will have to go back to being a poor truck driver in my village.”
“I don’t care. I will live with you!”
“But I don’t want you. I want money!” Kartar Singh choked her violently.
“Really? You don’t want me?” While her throat was choked, she seductively held Kartar Singh’s dick in her hands.
His dick instantly grew inside his pants and with her other hand my sister undid her salwar. Kartar Singh loosened the grip and that was signal enough for my sister to start kissing him.
“You don’t want me, sardarji?” She licked his lips and pressed her boobs against him. Her strokes became faster.
“Ahhh, you will get me killed.”
Clearly the old man couldn’t resist my sister’s advances and like many times before, his anger mellowed down. However, his passion became fiery. He held her head and kissed her passionately.
My sister got up and let her salwar fall down. She removed her panties and then Kartar Singh’s underwear as well. His dick looked red and swollen.
“Ummm, baby you’re so hard!” My sister stroked the penis for a minute and then sat in Kartar Singh’s lap. She guided the dick inside her pussy and moved her hips back and forth slowly.
“You were saying you don’t want me, uncle!” She winked at him and took him deeper.
“But…but are you…allowed? The baby…” Kartar Singh hugged her tightly and fucked her faster.
“Yes. The doctor said I can…for a while aahhh!” My sister arched her back backward and her hair dangled in the air as Kartar Singh made his thrusts faster.
Kartar Singh took that as a chance to remove my sister’s kameez. She lifted her hips to allow him to do that and then the old man unhooked her bra. Her gorgeous boobs popped out. Pregnancy had made them slightly bigger and heavier. Kartar Singh loved that. Being a young virgin and a bit underweight, my sister’s boobs hadn’t developed much. But now they were sumptuous. The nipple was also swollen and got redder as Kartar Singh pinched it hard.
“Oiiia ahhhh!”
“Suck them baby!”
Kartar Singh obeyed like a baby and sucked her tits greedily.
“Ahhh”
Then Kartar Singh’s usual anger took over and he stopped fucking her. He pulled her hair and turned her around.
“Nooo. It hurts.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
He pulled her hair till she got in the doggy position and lifted her hips.
“You fucking love being fucked, right. Wait till your father gets to know what a whore you are! He will kill me. He will kill me and he will kill you!”
His face was red in a mix of anger, lust and fear. He entered my sister violently but her pussy was dripping wet.
“See how wet you get when I beat you!”
My sister wasn’t responding to all this. I could see her face, hypnotized and in ecstasy. After getting fucked like that for a few minutes, she made her back upright and pulled Kartar Singh in to kiss her neck. He tried to push her back in the bitch position.