These stories are painful memories of what happened years ago. I've seen many therapists over the years but could never share this incident with them. Writing these stories here has helped me in ways unimaginable. So, here I'll tell you more about all that happened between Kartar Singh and my sister, his unlawful wife.
Kartar Singh was a changed man after taking my sister's virginity. He started treating her like most Indian village men treat their wife--rudely. He also started drinking a lot and ordered my sister around all day.
But she didn't care. She loved him beyond doubt and was ready to sacrifice anything to be loved by him, to get fucked by him. She didn't remove her wedding bangles and started wearing a
bindi.
Her everyday attire was that of newly-weds as she wore bright red suits and kept her head covered with a dupatta.
I casually asked her why she had changed her look so much. I did that so that she won't be surprised at my lack of surprise. She teasingly asked me if I didn't like it, to which I innocently said I loved it. The conversation ended there and she seemed to be convinced that I didn't know anything about what was up. I kept spying on them.
One day, I returned early to my house and saw our neighbour uncle standing outside our house, perplexed. He saw me and questioned:
"
Beta
, is your sister fine? There's some noise coming from your house."
I obviously knew what was happening inside.
"Yes, don't worry uncle. She has started working out recently so must be that noise."
"Oh, okay
beta.
You should also workout. You've started looking so thin and weak."
"I will uncle!"
The uncle went on, convinced by my answer. Little did he know that my sister was getting fucked by a man of his age.
I rushed inside, albeit quietly. There, I saw them at their wildest.
Kartar Singh had pinned my sister against the wall and was fucking her from behind. He had shoved her head against the wall and spanked her ass wildly. His knees were bent as his dick shoved my sister's pussy. The room reeked of alcohol and a bottle lay empty on the table.
"Ahhh, Kartar ji! It's hurting."
But Kartar Singh was in no mood to listen. He spun her hair in a bun and pulled them hard. His grunts became harder.
"Oh my
jaaaan
, yes yes ahhh!"
The pain seemed to turn into pleasure for my sister. With the other hand, Kartar Singh grabbed my sister's boobs and squeezed them hard.
"Fuck me, fuck me, love!"
"Arghhhhh!" Kartar Singh roared like a lion and fucked her faster and harder. Sloppy noise of his balls slapping my sister echoed across the room.
My sister tried to turn around to kiss him but he again forced her face against the wall. He pulled both of her arms behind her and made the deepest thrust yet.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Baby it hurts, but I love it. Harder!"
Kartar Singh then put his hand on her head and pushed her down. With the other hand he pulled her hips closer to him and started fucking her in a doggy position.
"Filthy bitch! I thought you're just an innocent child. But look at you know!"
"Ahh ahhh, only your ahhh only your bitch...ummm oh gooddd!" She orgasmed.
"Hmpf hmpf that's right! No one else can satisfy you except Kartar Singh's
lund
!"
Saying that, he removed his dick from my sister's pussy, turned her around and pushed her down. He came all over her face and breasts. Seeing the prettiest face in my town being spoiled by an ugly old man's sperm made me want to puke. But my sister's sensuous acceptance made me cum instead.
Kartar Singh emptied his ballsack on my sister and walked towards the bottle. He became furious on finding it empty.
"Go get me another bottle and soda!" He barked his orders at my sister, who lay naked on the floor, covered in her husband's sperm.
***
My sister basically started sleeping in Kartar Singh's room. She gave me an excuse that she will be sleeping in dad's room for a while so she could study late in the night. Every night, they fucked like animals. Every day, I woke up with a swollen dick because of violent masturbation.
Kartar Singh had become an alcoholic by now. Thus, their sex became more violent, more passionate. They had become much bolder and I would catch them stealing glances and kisses even during day. On Sundays, I would make an excuse of going to play cricket and then sneak back home to see them having sex.
They were becoming more experimental with the positions and my sister had even learned how to ride a dick. She loved riding Kartar Singh's fat dick as it stretched her tight pussy even further. She also loved it because that was the only time in their relationship that she was in control. Kartar Singh loved it as well as the sound of my sister moaning so loud and he bangles clanking made him go wild. But he loved fucking her from behind more. He was old fashioned that way and wanted his women to be submissive.
One Sunday, I sneaked back home and was surprised that they weren't in Kartar Singh's room. I searched for them in the house and found them in the kitchen. The main slab of our kitchen was of waist-height and one had to stand behind it to cook. As I walked in, I could only see the upper half of Kartar Singh and my sister's bodies.
Kartar Singh was behind her, nibbling at her ear and squeezing her boob. She was wearing a pink, satin suit with a dupatta on her head. As Kartar Singh seduced her she let out a sigh which made the dupatta fall around her shoulders. Kartar Singh then wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her. Her hand was busy stirring the pot but then she lifted it up to hold Kartar Singh's dick.
My sister's face was covered by her hair as she bowed her head back in lust. From my pov, I could only see her beautiful earring popping out around her ear as she kissed Kartar Singh with passion.
"
Khaana toh banana do jaan!"
My sister looked at him seductively and said at least let me cook first.
"I will eat you baby! Don't worry." Kartar Singh literally bit my sister's lips and then bit her boobs from over the
kameez.
While I was about to take my dick out to masturbate, I accidentally kicked a glass, probably left there by a drunk Kartar Singh. They saw me but I immediately looked away.
"Vikas, you're home early!" My sister shouted, her voice still heavy with lust.
"Oh, I didn't see you there. I was gonna look for you in dad's room."
"I am making lunch!"
"And I am helping her!" Kartar Singh barked angrily. He had no shame at all and didn't even move an inch. I could see my sister's elbow pushing him away.
"Today, I will make you taste authentic Punjabi food."
I saw my sister's
salwar
drop at the edge of the slab. He was about to fuck her right in front of me!
"This was taught to me by my
dadi
.
Aisa tikka nahi khaaya hona kabhi
!" He tried to assure me that I would've never taste a tikka like the one he was cooking. He was drunk out of his senses and horny beyond measure.
"Vikas. Go freshen up. I will call you when the food is ahh ready."
He had entered her. He had entered my sister while I was looking! The boldness of this old man was frightening. My sister tried hard not to moan but her sighs gave it away. She was not wearing any bra and the satin suit made her nipples look swollen.
"Wait. Vikas, can you smell it?" Asked Kartar Singh. Even though I couldn't see it, I could make out that he was fucking her with small strokes. Her body trembled but I knew she was loving the taboo and the danger of it as she bit her lips while stirring the pot again.
"I, uh, I can a little bit." I answered. I was in shock but I also wanted to masturbate badly. Shame, I didn't have courage like the old bastard.
"Riya
beta,
make it spicier. Vikas doesn't like it yet. Wait, I'll put some more masala in it."
Saying that, he started fucking her harder but not hard enough to make it apparent. My sister thought I was the most innocent boy in the world and she must've been sure that I couldn't understand what was going on. But still, the thought of it made her go wild as her hand trembled on the stirring spoon.
Kartar Singh added some chilli powder to the pan and a stingy smoke emerged. My sister and I both started coughing and her eyes teared up as well. Kartar Singh used this occasion to fuck her faster and harder.
"Ahhh!" My sister screamed but instantly took her hand to her eyes to make me think that the chilli steam made her moan.
The whole scenario was too erotic for Kartar Singh as he came really quickly. I could see it on his face when he orgasmed but I had no idea if he shot his cum inside my sister or pulled out. Clearly, she didn't orgasm.
"Go now, Vikas. Get ready for lunch." Kartar Singh ordered.
No sooner than I turned my head that I started hearing my sister's moans. Kartar Singh returned the favour as her loudest moan made it clear that she had cum as well.
I went to my washroom and masturbated twice, all while sneezing and getting stingy tears in my eyes.
***
A few days later, it was Kartar Singh's birthday. As a loving wife, my sister made the entire day about him. I had anticipated that this day would be special and hence woke up early to spy on Kartar Singh's room.
They were still sleeping. My sister woke up first and looked at Kartar Singh lovingly. She removed his arm from over her and got off the bed. She was just wearing a gown. She gazed at her husband for a while and smiled. Slowly, she removed her gown and took the blanket off of Kartar Singh. She unzipped his pyajama and took his cock in her mouth. His morning boner was raging and my sister's mouth made it even harder.
He woke up and saw her. A fair young woman sucking your dick in the morning, it's the perfect birthday gift for any husband, let alone this ugly old man.
"Happy birthday, husband!" My sister looked at him with puppy eyes and got back to sucking him. She sucked on it like candy making slurpy noises.
"Umm, Kartar ji, it's your birthday but your wife is getting this present." She squeezed his hairy balls and licked the tip of his penis.
Kartar Singh was now sitting upright. She stopped sucking him and went over to give him a long passionate kiss. Then, she adjusted her hips on his dick and took him in her pussy.
"Happy birthday the love of my life!"
"Thank you,
meri jaan!"
My sister jumped on Kartar Singh's dick while hugging him tightly and kissing him. She held his beard and kissed her naughtily.
"Ahh, I love your dick in the morning. I love you!"
They kissed again as my sister neared her orgasm.
"Riya, wait, get off!"
"Nooo, not today! Ah, I'm about to cum!"
She slowed down her jumps but took Kartar Singh deeper into her pussy.
"Kartar jiiiii!"
"Ahhh, beta ji, ahhh!" In that moment of ecstasy, Kartar Singh referred to my sister how he usually used to. As
beta,
a kid. And then he shot hot cum inside her as she moved her hips to squeeze it all in.
