Kartar Singh got her down from his lap and turned her around on the bed. Digging his nose in her hair, he seductively shoved them towards her breasts. He then bit her neck while untying the knot of her kurta. My sister moaned again, shouting his name for the first time that day. He then took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it while removing her kurta. Her moans got louder. Then, he quickly untied her salwar and angrily removed it from her legs. She was left in a black, laced bra and panty, still facing away from him but constantly bending her neck to allow Kartar Singh to feed on it.
Kartar Singh then pulled her back on his lap, adjusting her hips on his groin. He expertly unhooked her bra and threw it down on the floor. I saw my sister’s naked back for the first time. It was a piece of art! Her neck was slender and it carried on to her curvy, white and spotless back. I was disgusted beyond imagination when Kartar Singh’s rough and heavy hand grabbed my sister’s left boob. With his right, he stretched her panties and slapped her cunt. My sister jumped in joy and turned her face backwards to kiss him.
“Aahhh, ahhh, Kartar Ji. Yes, there!” She moaned in ecstasy, sometimes breaking the kiss, sometimes in his mouth. With her right hand, she adjusted Kartar Singh’s dick between her ass crack and started rubbing her hips.
“Noo, not the other one. Just one. Ouch!” She grabbed Kartar Singh’s hand to stop him from inserting a second finger.
“Rub it there! Faster!”
“Kartaaar jiii! Oh god! God! Ahhh!” She screamed so loudly I was sure the neighbours could hear. It was obvious she had orgasmed. Standing at the door, I had also pulled out my dick. I had never seen it so erect. It was an angry monster waiting to spurt venom. But I knew things won’t end there. I controlled myself and waited for the right moment to cum.
I was right. As soon as she came, my sister turned around to kiss Kartar Singh. That was the first time I saw her boobs. They were as gorgeous as the rest of her body. I felt embarrassed being turned on by my sister’s boobs but I was helpless. The nipples were pink and sensitive, like a virgin angel’s. The one that Kartar Singh had fondled was swollen and the breast had become a reddish pink. He sure had a tight fist!
But just as my sister was about to kiss him, Kartar Singh pushed her on the bed and lifted her legs. He sucked her breast while pinching her thigh. The moans resumed. Kartar Singh spent a few minutes sucking her boobs to his content and then looked her sternly in the eye. He bent and crawled towards her cunt. Locking his hands between her knees, he started kissing her thighs.
“Oh god Kartar Ji!”
With every kiss, he moved closer to her vagina. My sister understood what was happening.
“Stop! Stop Kartar Ji. What are you doing?”
But he paid no heed. He bit her labia softly and unleashed his tongue upon her cunt.
“Nooo. What are you doiiiiiing?”
“Stoppp! Don’t stop! Wowww! Woww!”
It was clear this was the first time Kartar Singh was eating her out. Her lower body was trembling as she locked Kartar Singh’s head inside her legs.