MY SISTER AND THE TENANT

[neerathemall]

I almost forgot about that incident and life went on as usual. But it wasn't long before something happened again. Kartar Singh bought a laptop and we were super excited. In those days, buying a laptop was rare so it was natural that we were so drawn to it.

"Tonight, we will watch an English movie on this. And I will sit in the center so both you and your sister can keep telling me what's happening. You know how much English I know."

Kartar Singh hailed from a small village in Punjab. He was a truck driver for most of his life. Although, he was educated but had barely passed high college. He didn't understand English too well and wasn't too adept at modern technology either. My sister and I, on the other hand, were educated in a convent college and by that time, my sister was well into the first year of her graduation in literature. Without a surprise, she was topping her college and also won a debate competition. So, that night's movie night was sort of a celebration.

"Didi, let's go!" I shouted in my room.

"5 minutes!"

I went into the room to check in on her and what I saw made my jaw drop! She was sitting in front of the mirror and applying kajal to her eyes. She was wearing a black-coloured, silky Patiala Suit and a dark red shade of lipstick, with a red dupatta. There was some make up on her cheeks as well and she let her hair down on one side. Drop-dead gorgeous is an understatement to describe her.

"Didi, we are not going out! We're gonna watch the film in Kartar Ji's room. And you're dressing up as if you're going on a date."

"Haha! Shut up!" She blushed and started wearing glass bangles, a mix of red and black.

In a few moments, we entered Kartar Singh's room and his reaction was the same as mine.

"You guys seem to be ready!" He addressed the both of us but his eyes were fixated on my sister. "Come, let's get started!"

We turned off the lights and started watching 'A Walk to Remember', as recommended by my sister. In a while, there was a moment of silence in the picture and I suddenly heard a heavy sigh. And I could feel that some movement stopped as well. I looked at my sister and her face went pale.

"Sorry, an endless yawn. Let's watch something that makes me less sleepy."

So, we switched to Casino Royale, this time it was my recommendation. But again in a few moments, I could hear my sister's bangles tinkling loudly. Through the laptop's light, I could make out that her head was resting against Kartar Singh's shoulder and she was rubbing her hair on his beard, her eyes rolled up. One of Kartar Singh's hands was on the laptop and the other one was below the blanket. On closer inspection, I saw that the blanket was mounted near Kartar Singh's groin and there was movement between my sister's thighs.

It was clear then. I was naïve but not that naïve. They were giving a handjob to each other. I froze on my seat. But they, they were going wilder, as if I wasn't even there. Both of them were sighing lightly and even the laptop was feeling their passion. Then, suddenly, Kartar Singh's hand landed on my shoulder and shook me out of my unconscious.

"Beta, go and get a glass of water. Last time you brought it lukewarm. Make sure it's hot. I'll pause the movie."

I kept staring at him.

"Go, go. Good boy!"

My sister also moved her head and her hair this time fell on Kartar Singh's shoulders. She took a hand out of the blanket and adjusted them behind her ear.

I gathered all courage and stepped out. A thousand thoughts crossed my head. Should I confront them? Should I tell my father? Should I call the security officer? The thought of that fat 50 year old making love to my sweet and gorgeous daughter made me so repulsive. But then, I became more aware of my own feelings. No, I was not gonna confront them or call my father. Because my hands had tightly grabbed my penis and I was squeezing it painfully. It was as if I was in a trance. So I stepped forward and peeped through the door.

They were now going at it without shame or fear. They even turned on the light. They were kissing like two teenagers. Wrestling with their tongues. Kartar Singh was devouring her lipstick, licking her throat while she moaned in ecstasy. He fondled with her boobs as her hands went towards his dick. He returned the favour and immediately took his massive hands down her pussy.

"Aaaaaaaah!" My sister went crazy. Those thick fingers were surely inside her now. And I could her wet noises along with their moans and kisses.

The sight was appalling. A man with almost a white beard doing this to a young woman who had barely turned an adult, who had rejected the smartest of her classmates, who was desired by the entire town. But there was passion in their actions and in my sister's moans. Kartar Singh bit her ear over those long earrings, and she moaned again.

"Faster Kartar Ji!"

"You like that bet...baby?"

"Yes ji! Don't stop."

"Ahh ahh, aaaaah!"

"I'm about to come. Quick!"

My sister was now almost in Kartar Singh's lap. She was jumping on his hand and rubbing her boobs, still covered behind that suit, against his face. Her hair were bouncing and her bangles tinkled wildly.

"Kartaaaaar jiiii"

She came. She took deep, heavy breaths, her face still towards the roof. In that moment, it felt as if she had found god. She made her eyes bigger and looked at Kartar Singh with wonder. She kissed him deeply and hugged him tight.

"You are amazing!"

"I know. But next time it's my turn."

"Now, let's get back to our positions before your brother gets back."

He pressed her boobs firmly and they both sat back as if nothing happened. I was still in shock but was feeling strangely lighter. I wondered what had changed when I felt my sticky hand and realized I had cum inside my pyajamas. I was new to masturbation but still this was the best fap of my life till then.