MY SISTER AND THE TENANT

[neerathemall]

So, that evening as we were completely engrossed in the film, Kartar Singh asked me to fetch hot water from the kitchen. I obeyed like a son and left. Since, the kitchen was almost a 5 minute walk and it took me a while to heat the water, I must've gone for a good 10 minutes. When I returned, I saw something that shocked me to the core! Kartar Singh ji had grabbed my sister's beautiful hair and was kissing her soft, white throat. Her lips had broadened into a smile and her mouth was open in a sensual rage. Kartar Singh's massive hand was reaching her breasts when suddenly they became aware that I was there.

"No, no it's nothing. You're fine." Kartar Singh let go of my sister and pretended that he was checking something.

"Your sister thought there's a lump in her throat. But she's fine. Stupid kid!" He said laughing and staring at me.

"Yeah!" My sister replied. Her voice heavy with lust and her hair messed up. Then, she got up and left saying she'll start preparing dinner. The gush of air that emerged as she left the room resonated with a long sigh.

Even though at 18, boys in India are exposed to pornography and other sexual content, being from a conservative family, I had still retained my innocence. My heart was racing and said that something was happening but my naïve mind trusted Kartar Singh. It trusted my sister who was as conservative as me. I handed the glass of water to him and sat down next to him.