***
Next day at school I was the same pale, lifeless being. I didn’t have a lot of friends and usually kept to myself. So, no one really noticed what was up with me. I had planned to again feign sickness and rush home. As much as I hated what Kartar Singh was doing with my sister, I was craving to see the lovers going at it again. However, this day, I was met with yet another surprise. An unpleasant surprise that didn’t even help with my horniness. A surprise test!
I wrote my test and reached my house on my usual time. My sister was in the kitchen and Kartar Singh was in his room, drinking cheap whisky. He asked me to sit with him.
“Your sister is making snacks. Sit. How was school?” He spoke like a proud, drunk man.
“It was good. We had a test today.” I could barely see him in the eye but tried my best to not make things awkward.
My sister came in. She was looking as gorgeous as ever but there was another development. She had covered her head with a shawl like married women do in some parts of India.
“Kartar ji. Your snacks.” She said shyly. “Oh Vikas, you’re home! I’m making lunch, go get freshened up.”
“Okay didi!” That was my cue to leave and I hurriedly walked out the door. But I knew these guys very well by now and I stopped right outside the door.
As soon as I was out of sight, Kartar Singh grabbed my sister’s hand and pulled her on his lap. Her shawl dropped around her neck and Kartar Singh held her head and hungrily grabbed her lips.
“My jaan! I can’t spend a minute without kissing you!”
“Stop it, Kartar Ji. Vikas is home. What if he sees us.” She said that but didn’t really make an attempt to get up.
“He has gone to freshen up. That gives me enough time to suck your boobs.”
“You did that already today. Let me go.” This time she tried to part ways but Kartar Singh was drunk and wasn’t ready to back down. He pulled out her boob from her kameez and started slurping.
“Ah, the snack I was waiting for.”
“Ah, Kartar ji.”
“Stopp!” My sister finally asserted dominance and got up.
“We’ll do it again tomorrow. I promise. I’ll be back on time.”
“We can’t do this when Vikas is home.”
A part of me felt good that my sister cared about my feelings but a part of me was disappointed at the anticlimactic ending.
***
Never in my 18 years of life, I thought I’d bunk school, that too to see my sister get fucked by a 50 something monster. But such is the power of lust.
I went to school for a few days straight because I had unit tests lined up. I knew what was going on at home and couldn’t really focus on the tests, but I didn’t want my father and sister to find out I skipped my tests. So, I wrote my exams, gave my best and was sure I’ll get above average marks, enough to not raise suspicion.
Then, a few days later, I didn’t go to school at all. I left home and called up a classmate to call in sick. I requested him to tell the teacher. I roamed around for an hour, my stomach churning in anticipation. Then, I started walking towards home.
Just like the other day, the door was unlocked. I took careful steps towards Kartar Singh’s room and was greeted with the loudest moans I had heard from my sister thus far. Kartar Singh had pinned my sister against the wall, her leg was locked around his back, and he was licking her pussy like a wild animal. They both were completely naked and Kartar Singh had even removed his turban.