Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

[novelistcasanova]

“Uncle, wait,” my sister called.  In an emotional tone, “Raman, what do you say my love?  I am letting you decide now.  If you want us to get married then you must let me have First Night with Murthy Uncle, or else our parents will fight more and stop the wedding and I will become somebody else’s wife,” my sister said.  As Raman began walking back and forth, unable to make a decision, Murthy went near my sister, “Shalu, do you remember during your training?  You have already let me insert my hands inside your skirt and feel up your ass cheeks; you have already let me hug you nicely; you have even let me kiss your cheeks, I think this should be easy for you,” Murthy whispered.  “Yeah, Uncle, but he is my husband, he has to decide,” my sister whispered.  “He is not your husband yet, he will become your husband only if I give 1 Kg, or else he will never be your husband,” Murthy whispered.  “Shalu, what is he thinking so much? As if he has a choice.  Let me stop the fight between your parents and arrange for the 1 Kg gold and make them proceed with your wedding, Shalu,” Murthy whispered.  “Sure, I will try to convince him,” my sister whispered.  “Meanwhile you prepare mentally for our First Night, Shalu, can’t wait to have you in bed,” Murthy whispered.  “Sure uncle,” my sister whispered, and Murthy started leaving.