6
My birthday was drawing close; as a matter of fact, the next day was my birth anniversary. Anjali had told me a few days ago to keep that evening free. On my inquiring she told me that she wanted to give me a surprise present on the eve of my birthday. That very morning she reminded me of the evening and told me that she would let me know the details later in the day. She called me by midday; she wanted me to come to our apartment in the evening. We have a fully furnished private apartment in the city, which was kept to be used occasionally for housing 'special' guests. Anjali wanted me there at sharp six o'clock.
Thrilled with anticipation, I arrived there five minutes earlier. My instructions were to remain in the car until I get further directions from her. Exactly five minutes after six, my cell rang. She asked me to proceed upstairs. The lift took me to the eighth floor and with my personal key I entered our apartment. I walked straight to the corner table resting in the living room as was told. I picked up the paper lying under the lamp. There were scribbled further directions on it. I read them twice and got ready to act upon them.
By now I had worked out for certain that there was someone, or maybe more than one, with my sister in the bedroom. The element of surprise was who could be with her! It can't be a boy...no, simply not; nor can it be Sabeen, because, with her, the factor of shock had longtime lost its currency. With my heartbeat throbbing with curiosity at a lightening velocity, I went to the bedroom and flung opened the door; it wasn't locked as per the plan. Though I had an idea what to encounter inside, I still jumped out of my skin. Anjali with another girl was sitting on the bed in front of me engaged in French kiss. It's needless to say that both the paramours were without a rag of cloth on them. I instantly realized that the other female was Sonia—the same lady whom we met and who was our hostess in a restaurant (see chapter 3, part II). Holy Cripes!
A cry of panic and fright was released from both the throats: one was unfeigned and the other was undeniably phoney.
AAAAuuuuu...
"Oh dear!" Anjali pretended a cry.
Sonia, on the other hand, with a flash grabbed the sheet to cover her naked body. She appeared to be in state of shock; Anjali, however, was not remotely concerned about her nakedness.
"A-a... I-I'm sorry..." My stammering was indeed bogus.
"What the devil you're doing here?" Anjali pretended vexation.
"I-I thought the flat was vacant."
"No, I believe you had an inkling that I would be here." Before I could reply, she added, "I think, I know why you came here." With an ear to ear grin—which Sonia could clearly see—she stood up from the bed, snatch the bathrobe laying out over the back of the couch and put it on. But she never bothered to fasten it up, therefore, the front of the robe left opened and for all practical purposes she remained naked.
"It's very naughty...rather rude of you." She was again playing exactly according to the script.
"I'll be in a minute," she told Sonia.
She took me from my arm and strode me off the room, closing the door behind her. She flung her arms around my neck and kissed my lips.
"What's up, Anji?"
"Everything is fine," said she under her breath. "So far, so good."
I cast her a quizzical look.
"You like my present?" She asked.
"Present! Oh yeah...It's an amazing surprise! But..."
"No talk," she put her finger on my lips. "You'll soon join us. Wait here," She kissed my cheeks and walked back into the bedroom leaving the door slightly ajar.
I could peep through the slit and hear.
Anjali, with her bathrobe still wide open, went straight to Sonia.
"I'm sorry Sonia," ironically her tone was not very apologetic.
"It's fine. It's not your fault,"
"Nor was Ned's." Anjali replied. "He forgot that I would be using this place today. Well, that's what he says."
"He knows you use this place?" Sonia looked taken aback.
"Yeah, of course. He knew about us too,"
"Oh my God," exclaimed Sonia, clapping her mouth with the palm. "And he doesn't mind you doing all this... I mean having these affairs."
Now let me remind you that in Sonia's view, and that's what she was told, we—Anjali and I—were husband and wife. She was downright clueless about our blood been related.
"No. Why would he?" Anjali said matter-of-factly. "I already mentioned that we're very unconventional couple. He, actually, love me having my lesbian affairs."
"You...you're so weird...both of you."
"Sensual and passionate," said she with a pleasant grin, "'Highly inflammable' like you yourself are," She laughed and added, "You're not less horny than us. Do you remember our first meeting...? Your eyes could hardly get off from my boobs."
Both girls laughed off.
God bless my soul! What a smooth operator my sister was! She knew her games too well! Here, she was upturning Sonia's mood with small talk.
"You were looking so stunningly sexy that night." Sonia said.
"You know, I wasn't wearing a bra or a petticoat that evening?" Anjali said.
"Oh my...!" Sonia's hand again moved to her mouth.
"And I saw so much lust in your eyes and I recognized the potential in you. I knew you were easy game, a piece of cake."
I saw Sonia blushed scarlet.
"All this," Anjali continued, "was too much for my poor hubby. He could hardly drive with a massive hard-on. And you know he stripped me off right in the middle of our main door. I could barely manage up to our bedroom. That night we had sex of our lifetimes." She paused for a moment. "We both were screaming your name like breeding crows."
"My name!" Sonia's eyes popped out of their sockets.
"Yes. You'd an overwhelming effect on my hubby that night. He'd an exceptional hard-on. You know, I told you that, that he also fancies you and wanted to have you." She gave another pause. "Would you mind if I call him in...I mean since he is here now..." She left the sentence incomplete.
"Oh, I see..."
"No, you see nothing," My sister intervened in pleasant manner.
"B-but... But Anji -"
"You told me once," Anjali cut her in, "that you fancy him too and that you won't mind fucking him."
"Yes, but I...I am not ready –"
Anjali again didn't let her complete the sentence. "Oh come off it Sonia! You're all drenched up. Look, your pussy is dripping," said Anjali touching her quim.
"Main ne tumhain kabhi etina geela nahien dekha. Pher...keya tum ussey pasand nahien kertien?
I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU THAT WET. THEN...DON'T YOU LIKE HIM? Don't you fantasize him? I'm positive you do." She said in a pushy tone.
"Okay, but..."
Again poor Sonia was interrupted. "No arguments. You want him, I know. I'm calling him in, period." She spun around and moved towards the door.
Ah, my ever dominating sister!
I quickly stepped backwards.
The door opened and I heard Anjali saying, "Come in Ned,"
My heart started pounding twice as fast from excitement under the ribs.
Anjali took off her bathrobe, flung it on the same couch and tossed herself on the bed beside Sonia.
"Please move here, dear," Anjali asked in a controlled voice me as I entered the room. "Ned, it was very rude of you. You really upset Sonia so much...you must apologize to her rather both of us."
"Oh no, it's okay," said Sonia sheepishly.
"No, let him,"
"I'm so sorry Sonia..."
"No," Anjali cut in again, "Kiss our feet and apologize," She stretched out her foot towards me.
I short a glimpse at her then took her foot and planted three kisses on it. Then I move towards Sonia, who still had her body covered with the bed-sheet.
"Extend out your foot Sonia," Anjali bade her. "Well, you don't need this, anyway," She tugged the sheet off her so sudden and violently that Sonia was left defenseless.
Oh blimey!! There was she—Sonia—starkers! She was selfsame to the figure I had personified in my mind. She was a stocky young woman with a brawny figure. Her tits were to my taste—well hung and watermelonish with equally large copper-brown nipples. Her arms, legs and thighs were fleshy and sexy. (I was unable to appreciate her quim as it was hidden between her clutched thighs.) Man! She was one sexy piece of work.
My heart and my cock gave a jolt, the latter's inflatable nature had made its exhibitionistic tendencies too arrogant: anyone can observe it and I was sure Sonia had.
Very timidly she extended her leg and I eagerly greeted it with kisses.
"Now the other one," commanded my sister.
Her command was my pleasure. "I'm so sorry that I upset you, Sonia,"
"It's okay...s-sir," muttered Sonia.
Anjali was caressing Sonia's upper thigh. She then gentle pushed her leg to stretch open. "Let's show him what we've got between our legs,"
Sonia resisted, she further pressed her legs together.
"It's fine Sonia... Don't be afraid...show him your asset," Anjali exerted little more pressure to spread her legs and was successful this time.
Wow! It was indeed an asset. Her neat triangular puss turf was freshly shorn off. With the neatness it had been smoothened, it was patent that waxing has been employed there.
My cock gave another twitch: now it was about to tear the inner garments it was imprisoned in. I wanted to get it released and pounce on that cute pussy and lick it dry. But I had to hold my horses; otherwise my rush might have put her off. It all ready was little too much for the poor maître d'.
"Isn't she pretty?" Anjali asked meaningfully, patting her bald cunt.
"It is... I mean you're marvellous Sonia; beyond my dreams."
"Then show it," My sister prompted me.
