It was clear then. I was naïve but not that naïve. They were giving a handjob to each other. I froze on my seat. But they, they were going wilder, as if I wasn’t even there. Both of them were sighing lightly and even the laptop was feeling their passion. Then, suddenly, Kartar Singh’s hand landed on my shoulder and shook me out of my unconscious.
“Beta, go and get a glass of water. Last time you brought it lukewarm. Make sure it’s hot. I’ll pause the movie.”
I kept staring at him.
“Go, go. Good boy!”
My sister also moved her head and her hair this time fell on Kartar Singh’s shoulders. She took a hand out of the blanket and adjusted them behind her ear.
I gathered all courage and stepped out. A thousand thoughts crossed my head. Should I confront them? Should I tell my father? Should I call the police? The thought of that fat 50 year old making love to my sweet and gorgeous daughter made me so repulsive. But then, I became more aware of my own feelings. No, I was not gonna confront them or call my father. Because my hands had tightly grabbed my penis and I was squeezing it painfully. It was as if I was in a trance. So I stepped forward and peeped through the door.
They were now going at it without shame or fear. They even turned on the light. They were kissing like two teenagers. Wrestling with their tongues. Kartar Singh was devouring her lipstick, licking her throat while she moaned in ecstasy. He fondled with her boobs as her hands went towards his dick. He returned the favour and immediately took his massive hands down her pussy.
“Aaaaaaaah!” My sister went crazy. Those thick fingers were surely inside her now. And I could her wet noises along with their moans and kisses.
The sight was appalling. A man with almost a white beard doing this to a young woman who had barely turned an adult, who had rejected the smartest of her classmates, who was desired by the entire town. But there was passion in their actions and in my sister’s moans. Kartar Singh bit her ear over those long earrings, and she moaned again.
“Faster Kartar Ji!”
“You like that bet…baby?”
“Yes ji! Don’t stop.”
“Ahh ahh, aaaaah!”
“I’m about to come. Quick!”
My sister was now almost in Kartar Singh’s lap. She was jumping on his hand and rubbing her boobs, still covered behind that suit, against his face. Her hair were bouncing and her bangles tinkled wildly.
“Kartaaaaar jiiii”
She came. She took deep, heavy breaths, her face still towards the roof. In that moment, it felt as if she had found god. She made her eyes bigger and looked at Kartar Singh with wonder. She kissed him deeply and hugged him tight.
“You are amazing!”
“I know. But next time it’s my turn.”
“Now, let’s get back to our positions before your brother gets back.”
He pressed her boobs firmly and they both sat back as if nothing happened. I was still in shock but was feeling strangely lighter. I wondered what had changed when I felt my sticky hand and realized I had cum inside my pyajamas. I was new to masturbation but still this was the best fap of my life till then.