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.
Chapter 2
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 school. 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 school 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.