Two Sisters - Part 2
A tear rolled down Anulekha’s eyes as Dhondu told her what her sister had gone through. All her relatives were jealous of how they got such in-laws. Anupriya used to get so many love letters during her school and she always wanted to maintain her family honor. It was her beauty which actually turned out to be a curse. Dhondu continued. “After marriage, Balwant ji fired the cook. He didn’t want a woman for Anupriya to talk about it and the gossip to go out. Mahesh tried all sorts of medication but he could keep himself hard for just a few minutes at the maximum before his body gave away. Also, sex should be spontaneous, not a mechanical thing. Your sister tried to be as supportive as possible. But it only frustrated Mahesh as he couldn’t bear the fact that he had a beautiful wife but can’t enjoy her as he wanted. After two months, he gave up and then started concentrating on granite business. It gave him an excuse to be away for days or even weeks outside the home. Balwant ji used his influence to win your father’s land case in his favor and also promised to make you study in college. Anupriya knew it was all a bribe to keep her quiet. But she was ready to suffer for her family and a bright future for her sister. After a year, Balwant ji called your sister that he needs an heir and he has arranged a fertility clinic to take care of that. Your sister went and started getting treatment for the same. At first, they only gave a few tablets to ‘make her ready’ before they can implant a baby. One day while I was helping Anupriya cut the vegetables in the kitchen. She slipped and was about to fall. I immediately caught her by the hip. For a moment, she regained her balance and then she slapped me shouting. “How dare you touch me?” I was totally shocked. I never looked at Anu in that way and never thought to use her predicament to seduce her. In fact, I used to call her beti at times. I quietly left the place. Half an hour later, she came to me crying. “I’m sorry Dhondu. They are giving me hormonal tablets to make me more fertile and it’s making me hornier. When your hand touched my waist, I got aroused as it’s a long time a man’s hand touched me. I immediately felt ashamed and slapped just to stop me from doing something bad.” I had no choice but to accept her apology as I know how it feels to be horny but not able to do anything. After my wife died, I used to go and watch Rangeela movies (porn movies) in the theatre. But never felt like visiting a prostitute near the dhabas. I didn’t want to cheat my wife despite being dead. A couple of days later, we had forgotten that incident and started behaving as before. One afternoon she said that her back was paining so she needed a massage. I didn’t know how to deny it without appearing bad so reluctantly agreed. She lay on her stomach and lifted up her kameez. I poured some castor oil on her back and started massaging her. As I kept massaging, she wanted to go higher and higher. I kept lifting her kameez until I came across her bra strap. I didn’t want to go any higher. She asked what’s the problem and I said it was the strap. She coolly told me to unhook it and continue massaging. With shaking hands, I slowly unhooked her bra and started massaging. I kept making circular movements and the edge of my fingers were touching her breasts. She was moaning appreciatively. I thought it needed to stop before I end up doing something bad and removed my hands. She said, “Why don’t you massage my chest?” and suddenly turned up. Her bra wasn’t doing a good job to cover her breasts and I could see most of it. My adrenaline kicked in and I immediately ran away. I could hear her laughing while I bolted out of the door. The next day after Balwant ji left, she called me from the bathroom. She was wearing the petticoat over her chest as you are wearing now. She said she forgot to switch on the geyser. She wanted me to bring me the hot water from the solar heater in Thakur’s room. I brought a bucket of hot water and she was already seated in the bathroom. She asked me to apply soap and clean her back as she is getting itchy. I didn’t how to apply with the petticoat. So she removed it and was completely nude but I was only able to see her back. I started applying on her back and I could see her glimpses of her breasts. She then stood up and looked straight at me. I was so aroused looking at her naked body. She was like an angel. Wordlessly I started applying soap on her breasts. I was making circular motions to rub on them. She was getting aroused too. She saw my erect penis making a tent in my lungi and put her hand inside it. I too followed it by starting rubbing her hairy pussy. We were doing this and suddenly a vessel fell down in the kitchen by the stray cat and we came back to the senses. I ran away yet again and went into the field. I know things are getting out of hand. I can’t betray the family that gave me shelter and my wife even though she is dead. I understand that your sister was sexually starved but my morals are more important than that. After an hour, I came back home and went to Anu’s bedroom. She was wearing a nightie and crying next to the window. I know she too felt embarrassed at what happened. I went near her to talk. Suddenly I found myself hugging her and kissing like in English movies. I pushed her against the window. I put my hands on her buttocks and lifted her up so that she can wrap her legs on my thighs. I didn’t know what I was doing. My mind wanted to talk but my body was doing something else. My hands lifted up her nightie until it was bunched on her waist. I pulled her panties so hard that it got ripped off from her body. Although, I’m usually a gentle lover, the animal inside wanted raw action. I pulled my lungi down and didn’t even care about the foreplay and plunged my cock inside her.