“No. No, fuck me like this.”
She held Kartar Singh by his head, his hands moved across her pussy and boobs as they fucked on and on.
“Umm deeper, ahhh I love you jaan!”
“I love you, father of my child!” She turned her head to kiss him.
They kissed for a good 5 minutes as Kartar Singh fucked her slowly and caringly as compared to his usual wild nature. Then, my sister bent forward and threw herself on the bed. She turned around and spread her legs.
“Come, ahh come jaan!”
Kartar Singh entered her again and got down to kiss her. She hugged him tightly and locked her legs around him.
“My shonaa, my baabu, love youuu, ahhh fuck me fuck me!”
My sister was lifting her hips to take him deeper and moaning wildly. I hadn’t seen her this horny ever. Maybe it was because of the pregnancy, but she felt closer than ever to Kartar Singh.
“Don’t stop, ahhh, faster ahhh, I’m cumming…” She grabbed his hairy hips and literally pulled them deep insider her. Her nails with their bright red paint sunk into his back and then his hips.
“Ahhhhh! Jaaaaaan!”
“Arghhh hmmpf take this!”
“No. Don’t remove it. Stay like this baby please!” After they both orgasmed together, my sister held on to Kartar Singh, hugging him with both arms and legs. His dick went limp inside her, still oozing out drops of cum in her womb. They kept kissing for a while and in that moment, you couldn’t see two bodies lying on the bed. They literally looked to have merged into one soul.
***
A few days later, I had an assignment to work on and had to use the computer. Back then, life was simpler and we rarely had to use the computer and internet. Thus, there was always a sort of excitement when I sat in front of it, even if there was just starting at the wallpaper.
So, in my excitement, I kept on killing time and didn’t start working on my assignment. Lazing around, I found a word doc titled ‘untitled 1’ and opened it right away. I had been guilty of saving porn in a ‘new folder’ so this vaguely titled word doc piqued my curiosity.
It was a letter! A letter from my sister to her best friend Meenakshi. In that, she had explained everything that had happened with Kartar Singh, from A to Z. Meenakshi had been recently married to a businessman in Delhi and my sister and her had lost communication.
I still have that letter saved to me because I sneakily mailed it to myself. Thus, I will copy and paste the entire thing here:
Dear Meenakshi,
I hope your married life is going well! I miss you so much and I miss talking to you. But I’m sure you’re having a good time with Manoj ji, he’s such a nice guy.
I have something to tell you Meenakshi, and I can’t confide in anyone but you. I could’ve called you but it’s a long story and I wouldn’t have been comfortable telling all this to you on phone. Writing makes it easier for me.
Meenakshi, I’ve also married. Unofficially, of course. But I’ve spent my first night and it was as amazing as you told me. But you won’t be pleased to hear who it was with.
You remember Kartar Singh ji, our tenant? I’m in love with him, Meenakshi. And I’m pregnant with his child. You’re the first person to know except him. Now, before you judge him and me, please listen to my story. And then, please help me out. I don’t know what to do. Papa will kill us. I need your advice, my best friend.