Adultery Adventures of my lactating sister

[babasandy]

Before this Vikram only used to let his eyes roam all over my Rupali didi's body from afar but now since he had got her intro he made it a point to come and talk with her every now and then. He seemed to have all sort of excuses to come to where she was. I must admit though that she was not irritated by his frequent interruptions in fact after some time she was looking forward to it. There were a lot of tedious preparations that needed to be done for a wedding ceremony. She was assigned to do some things which my sister had no option but to do. Not only that but she liked the feeling of getting a lot of attention from a young man. Especially when that young man was such a good looking and charming man. I kidded myself that the reason she welcomed his interruptions was that he was very humorous and this helped to overcome the boredom of doing the tasks she had to. She tried not to laugh too much at his jokes and comments. She was aware that my brother must also be watching us. I didn’t want to be upsetting him. I knew that Vikram was flirting outrageously with her but I didn’t mind that. This was just some harmless fun and this isn’t going to lead to anything or so I thought. Time would show me how utterly wrong I was. Rarely it happens that a man would look at a woman in a certain way that the woman instantly recognises. It is a look that says that he is smitten with her. It is a look that tells her that he finds her to be the most attractive woman he has ever met. Which woman wouldn’t be pleased that a man feels this way about her? At the same time a man seeing another man looking at a woman like that would know what’s on that man’s mind. I saw such a look from Vikram when he let his guard down.
My sister thought,if my brother were to see Vikram looking at me like that he would have understood Vikram’s intentions. She hoped that Vikram would be discreet when i was around. She already think my brother is suspicious of Vikram.

On my sister part her inner reaction to this was causing her concern. When Vikram would make humorous comments that would make she smile. She would also reply in kind. In a way it showed to Vikram that she welcomed the attention he was giving her. She was basking in the warm glow of his adulation. There was also difference in her behaviour when i was watching and when i was not around. When i was around her behaviour was a bit constrained but when i was not around it was as if she was encouraging Vikram’s attention. Another thing was Vikram would every now and then let his eyes briefly run over her exposed hips, her breasts while talking with her and often when he looked at her I could see the lust in his eyes. As a married woman my Rupali didi should have been offended and angry. I felt none of that instead it caused a pleasant agitation within her. This was a young man who she couldn’t get angry with. She had a tough time hiding from him (and from me), this feeling of liking that she had for him. Was it that while he could have had the pick of the women who were present here he seemed to have eyes only for my sister? So many girls attempted to flirt with him with him here but he wanted to flirt only with my beautiful married sister. Once again he was walking towards her. He was taking advantage of the fact that me and the bride’s uncle had gone out to do some urgent purchasing.

“You are always busy you know. All you have to do is ask me and I’ll do anything for you,” he said with a smile.

“It’s okay, I can manage, thank you,” she replied.

“It’s not that, you seemed to be burdened with a lot to do. That’s why I offered to help.”

“It’s no problem for me, there are others who need help, why don’t you help them.”my sister replied.

“No use helping others, if I help you I could get something that I like very much,” he said with a mischievous smile.

My Rupali didi was shocked at his boldness. What did he think she was? All he had to do was make some moves and like a cheap woman she would fall for him? She was squatting on the floor and doing some arrangements. “Whaat?? She said as she got up and stared at him.

It was not only his words that caused my sister to react in this manner. As she had been squatting his eyes had been fixated at my sister cleavage. He was staring at her ripe flesh as if he wanted to feast on them there and then. He was wetting his lips with his tongue. It was as if all he had left to say was directly tell her that only then he could get to taste my sister hanging fruits. While my sister was outraged she also could feel her nipples getting erect. Luckily her bra would have prevented him from seeing her stiff pointed nipples pushing against her choli. If then he would have thought her display of anger was just a sham.

“Hey don’t get angry and look at me like that. What I meant was getting your smile as a prize for helping you. You know you have a very beautiful dazzling smile. That smile could light up any room. It would be worth helping you just to see that smile,” he said disarmingly as he flashed a charming smile.

My Rupali didi anger dissipated almost immediately. Was she reading too much into what he was saying or doing and over reacting? “Don’t you tease me like that. You say all sorts of nonsense,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“I really mean it. Saying your smile was enchanting won’t do justice to it.” my sister blushed on hearing him say that.

“By the way what did you think I was meaning?” This time she definitely knew he was teasing her. How can she tell him what she actually thought he had meant? My Rupali didi's face became even redder. “Oh nothing, forget it,” she said trying to hide her embarrassment.

It had been so long that someone had complimented her in this sweet manner. Which woman would not succumb to praise and develop a liking for the man complimenting her like that? My jiju during the initial year or two after marriage used to do this but now he seemed to be taking her for granted. Oh, why does marriage kill off the romance she thought with regret. It was maybe because as they say man is practical and woman is emotional.

It seems like now my fulltime job had become to keeping an eye on that rascal Vikram. It seems that keeping an eye on him also meant keeping an eye on my sister. That was because he took every opportunity he could get to go and talk with my sister. I was seeing a man attempting to seduce my married sister right in front of me and I was not in a position to make an issue of it. If I were to make a scene, what was till now only known to the two of us (three?? maybe my Rupali didi knows too) would be known to everyone. The embarrassment wouldn’t be only for Vikram but for me and my Rupali didi too. After that people would snicker secretly when they see us. So, I was feeling helpless. Even when his friends call him to be with them he would somehow find an excuse to go and talk to my sister. As I was a close relative to the bride’s family I too was given some responsibilities that required me to go out every now and then. Therefore, I couldn’t always watch him. Every time he came up to my sister, he would spend no more than two or three minutes. Initially my sister’s responses would be monosyllabic but over time I could see her trying to control her smile at what he was saying but failing to do so. At the beginning she would be immersed in her work and just nod to what he said or just say a word or two. Now their comfortableness together had gone to extend where she would look at his face as she answered. Her smile and sometimes outright laugh at what he had been saying caused a great disturbance within me. I could see he had the gift of the gab to be humorous and interesting, both strong ingredients for successful seduction. This seemed to be true of all scoundrels who were intent in seducing another man’s wife in this case my married sister. It could be amusing to see this happen to another man but when it could happen to you only then you would know how distressing it is as I’m knowing now.

My only consolation was that with so many people being present around his efforts on getting my sister is unlikely to be successful. However, that didn’t mean I was completely confident that nothing could happen. The look and smile she gave him when he said something to her was the cause of this lack of full confidence. That look and smile indicated to me that she was getting attracted to him. Or on the other hand this was just my overheated imagination because of jealousy and the smile she gave him was just a smile of friendship. This dilemma of not being sure was causing this upheaval in my mind. Knowing for certain what was happening would also help me decide on a clear path of action to stop it. What if I was to tell my sister to stop talking to him? She could get upset and angry with me for doubting her character and faithfulness. Or she could think derisively of me for having such a disgraceful thought about an innocent interaction between two people. At the same time hesitating to take any action because of wanting to show that I am not suspicious and above such low thoughts can in itself become a problem. That scoundrel can take advantage of that to successfully seduce my sister and bed her. For a moment an image of my Rupali didi and Vikram being completely naked and lying entwined together in bed. I felt like an ice pick had been plunged into my heart. Even this fleeting image of something that had not happened caused this much pain what if this actually happened between my sister and Vikram. If I ever were to see such a scene I knew that I would fly into a rage. I don’t know what I would be capable of doing at that time. Another chilling thought came to my mind. What if my sister had fallen victim to his charms and had given herself to him without me knowing but at the same time I being aware that a closeness had developed between them? I would be consumed by my confusion and distress in not being certain if my married sister was an adulteress or not. How can my relationship with my sister and jiju ever be the same again?

Vikram was much more confident now that he would be getting that sexy voluptuous body for his pleasure. From behaving with a bit of hesitation and doubt with him she was now looking at him with some fondness. I was not so unworldly wise not to recognise that look of a woman. More so she had even started indulging in some light flirting. What he had to do next was to spark her desire. If Vikram had enough time and if he also got the opportunity to frequently spend time with her alone it was certain he would succeed in his intention. But that was the problem, he didn’t have much time and therefore could not make my moves patiently. At the same time on having spent this brief time with her he was certain my Rupali didi was ripe for seduction. Having a fair number of years of married life pass by, with days spent on routine chores and nothing interesting or exciting happing in her life she would be in that vulnerable state of mind for that to happen. She being in this situation it needed a right man to ignite her desires and prompt her to indulge in this deliciously sinful act. He wanted very badly to be that man. Chance and fate had decreed that he should meet this lovely and sexy homemaker and he was not going to miss this chance given to him. Vikram knew that she knew he wanted her. That his efforts were not just out of friendship and that he had ulterior motives. Yet she enjoyed his flirting, liked what he was trying to do. This was the main reason for his confidence.

Me , poor guy, was stuck in a situation most brothers were stuck vikaram thought,My jiju was not in a situation to give her all his attention. He had duties and responsibilities both to his family and the organisation he worked for. Like any man he wanted to progress in his career and that would eat into his time. All these responsibilities would be stressful to him. Sometimes when he comes home after a tiring day of work and duty his need for sleep is far greater than his need for sex. Their minds would be pre occupied with worries about their work, career and the future well being of their family. This would be true almost of all responsible husbands.
But men like Vikram however has only one thought and one goal. How they are going to get another man’s wife for their pleasure. To put it crudely, how to drive his cocks deep into the pussies of women and rob the chastity of the wives who till that point had been faithful to their husbands. In his experience he has seen that having sex with wives who stray because they wanted sexual satisfaction that they didn’t get at home was mush more pleasurable than at plucking the virginity of a female. There was no comparison at all on which gave you more ecstasy. The body, mouth and cunt of a sex starved experienced wife wins hands down all the time over that of an inexperienced woman. Vikram knew this from personal experience because he had already been involved in two adulterous affairs. When with him there was no hesitation or inhibition in indulging in all lewd actions which they did not want to do with their husbands for fear that he would think of them as being wanton women. Even leading actresses in phonographic movies would lose to them. The actresses did it for money but these wives did it for pleasure. They don’t fuck only in the bedroom but they will open their cunts and fuck with their lovers in the hall, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the floor, on the sofa, on the dining table etc. They would like to fulfil all their fantasies with their lovers but with their husbands they behave as proper, decent women who only have sex in the appropriate place that is their bedroom.


Of the two woman who had been his lovers, one was a forty-years old who for the very first time had sucked a cock when she had sucked his. Vikram's hot load was the very first time she had swallowed sperm. When he asked her why she said she wanted to know how it tasted. The other woman was a thirty three-year old woman gave him her arse hole virginity as gift for his birthday. But these two women were nothing when compared to my Rupali didi .This was a woman who had the sultry look of suppressed sexuality. Here was a combination of innocence and sexiness, of glamour and earthiness. Her voluptuous body promised much. He wanted to find out how much exactly. He wanted his lips to be pressed tightly against those rosy succulent lips of hers. His tongue must scoop the nectar that was her saliva directly from her tongue. Those soft juicy lips must feel the strength of Vikram stem as they are wrapped around his hard rod. He wanted to discover all her hidden treasures as he slowly undressed my sister. He wanted to see eyes swoon, her lips gasp and tremble, her face contorted in pleasurable agony as his big tool entered her faithful married honey hole for the first time. The images of all these things happening was so arousing that Vikram felt like going to the restroom and getting immediate relief. But no, he wasn’t going to do that. His hot thick spunk would be released only inside that sexy married cunt of my Rupali di.

 

[babasandy]

My Rupali didi didn’t expect he would act so forward so fast. All this while their interaction had been limited to him talking to her for a few minutes and walking away. She had become so comfortable with him that she started calling him Vikram while he still addressed her as Mrs. Rupali, or madam. This was only right as after all my sister was older to him. (though by only two years). For the first time his hand brushed lightly against my sister hip, as if by accident, as he turned to walk away after speaking to her for a while. But what she felt was that was no accident. He had done that on purpose. Knowing this she should have been more careful the following times he came around. Now his hand or his body brushing against my sister was a more frequent occurrence. Her reaction amazed even me. She let it happen and did nothing to prevent it and her body would shiver slightly whenever it happened. Thinking that this was all that could possibly happen between them she started enjoying the thrill it was giving her.
My Rupali didi thought, Tomorrow after the wedding was over, he is going to be somewhere else I’m going to be somewhere else. It was unlikely we would ever meet. We would be nothing to each other then so why not enjoy this small adventure which I was not going to allow to lead to something else anyway.
But this Vikram is bold, she give him that. He is able to arouse my sister with these small ‘accidental’ brushes. My Rupali didi acknowledged it as the evidence of that was in the moistness that had formed in her pussy. She thought, Well Vikram may ignite the lust in me but the person who is going to douse that fire is my husband. This was just a secret exciting interlude for her. She had no intention of giving herself to him. My Rupali didi thought, When I get back home after this wedding, whether my husband is tired or not I wasn’t going to leave him alone. I will definitely have a romp with him in bed.
My sister haven’t been this sexually stimulated for a long time. What she had failed to take seriously was that if you play with fire there is every likelihood that you could get burnt.

Since my sister was allowing him to take these small liberties with her without showing any objections to what he was doing he took it as a sign that my sister too welcomed it. He started getting bolder with her. One time the various jewellery, other precious ornaments and clothes that the bride was to wear was being displayed and examined by them. It was all placed at a corner on a table. A group of them especially ladies gathered around the table to look at it. Apart from the clothes of the bride there were sarees for close relatives like my sister. Since there was on circle of people who were already standing around the table my sister and some other ladies formed the second circle with all of them tiptoeing and leaning forward to look. Suddenly my sister felt someone pressing from behind her. The persons groin was pressed against the globes of her buttocks. Instinctively my sister knew that must be Vikram. She couldn’t move away because there were ladies standing tightly pressed against her on both sides and also behind her on either side. Nevertheless, my Rupali didi tried moving away but her attempt only caused the soft flesh of her buttocks to rub against his groin. The result was my sister could feel something pressing between the two globes of her buttocks. My god, it was large and very firm. My sister situation was no different from that of women who had to travel in our crowded buses. Young men (sometimes older men too) would take advantage of this to stand behind women or aunties they fancied and rub their cocks against the women’s buttocks. Some women would try their best to move away if possible, some women just endure it as something they cannot do anything about and there are a few women who actually enjoy that. Which category was my Rupali didi? The women who didn’t like it would not make a big issue out of it and draw everyone’s attention because of the embarrassment of all eyes being on them. What had been known to only her and the man pressing against her would now be known to everyone. So, they stoically tolerate what was happening.


There was another category of women. Those who really do not want such things happening to them but sometimes when the man who was taking advantage of the situation and was rubbing against happens to be attractive and to their liking they would get aroused in spite of themselves and would enjoy the secretive caressing. My sister was of this category. My Rupali didi slowly got aroused as he rubbed against her and she unconsciously pushed her buttocks back to make their bodies to be pressed even tighter. ‘Nice’ Vikram said and the people around would have thought he was meaning the jewellery and clothes. Only my sister knew that he was referring to the pleasure he was getting from luscious buttocks. My sister arousal was causing her fluid to seep inside her pussy. Her nipples hardened to press against her bra. My sister could feel that he must have an impressive male specimen. At that time somewhere in the inner reaches of her mind a desire had taken shape to want to know how well he was actually equipped but she was not aware of it at that time. There was a pleasurable sensation emanating from the nether regions of her hip and spreading throughout her body. This was so wrong she should stop it … but the feeling was so nice.

“Rupali you idiot… what are you doing. Remember you are a decent married housewife. How can you enjoy this?” my sister scolded herself.

But yet her body was slowly surrendering to this virile young man. He was exposing a weakness within her that she did not think, or want to accept, that she had. Her breathing became faster but shallower. The muscles of her stomach would alternately tighten and relax. Her legs felt weak, they started to tremble slightly. She did not know what to do. Luckily the father of the bride inadvertently came to my sister rescue.

“Okay everyone, I think everyone has seen it enough. We have a lot of things to do so lets get back to work,” he spoke out loudly.

Everyone started dispersing at that time. Vikram too had no choice but to move away from my sister.

I had just returned back after about half an hour or so. I was sent out on a chore that I was reluctant to do as it would have meant leaving my sister at the mercy of Vikram. But I had no valid reason to decline and so I ended going outside. As soon as I returned the first thing I did was to look for sister. My eyes looked around the hall but she was not to be seen anywhere. Also, I noticed Vikram’s friends loitering just outside the house but Vikram was not with them. This sent me into a panic. Had Vikram taken advantage of my absence to drag my Rupali didi off to somewhere lonely. The half hour I was away was more than adequate time for the worst thing I feared to have taken place between them. I realised that by thinking this I am questioning my own sister’s morality but an anxious mind doesn’t think rationally. Letting a womaniser like Vikram to be alone with my sister is always going to be dangerous (for me). The fear on me was rising when I saw a large group of people standing around a table at the far end of the large hall like living room of the house. I could just make out my Rupali didi to be standing there among them but she could not be seen properly as others standing there were obstructing my view. In any case I felt great relief that she was here and not alone with Vikram in some lonely place like an unoccupied room or the garden behind the house. My relief was very short lived. I could also see Vikram there. (Where else would he be, If my sister was at some place he was sure to be there too). What was alarming was he was standing right behind her and very close. Was his body pressed against her? As I started walking towards them I could see my sister’s eyes looking here and there in a sort of agitation. What was Vikram doing to cause it? Was the agitation because she didn’t like what was happening or was it because she like it but was conscious that others may also notice what was happening. Before I could get a clear view of them both the brides father said something to disperse the group of people.

I was disappointed that I could confirm what had happened or maybe there was relief in me that I was not able to see what had happened as after all in this case ignorance would surely be bliss. Vikram was actually walking towards in my direction as he had to cross me to go outside where his friends were. He had a victorious smile like he got something that he didn’t expect. As he walked his unconsciously pressed down on the lower part of his zip. I saw that it was bulging at that place and what caused greater alarm to me was that the bulge was visibly large. Oh my god, was this scoundrel also equipped with an impressive manhood. It was obvious he had an erection but why? The reason that I could think of as to why it was so was upsetting to me. Seeing him standing directly behind her it was logical that he was pressing against her and hence the reason for his hardon. But why didn’t my sister stop him? Was it that she was unable to do so or that she liked him doing that?

His eyes widened in surprise as he saw I was coming in the opposite direction but soon his smile became even broader. “Hi Sandy,” he said as he walked pass me. Was it pity in the look he gave me?

I went up to my sister and asked,” didi, what happened here? Why the crowd?”

“Nothing dear, there were some jewellery and sarees, clothes etc that we were looking at. There was even a saree for me there that they bought for me,” she tried to be as casual as possible but I could see that she was flustered.

The alarming thing was she did not talk about Vikram or complain about his behaviour to me and her eyes avoided mine. It was clear to me that she was hiding things from me. Was it because she didn’t want to make it an issue and cause trouble at a relative’s wedding thereby also upsetting me or she just didn’t want me to know what took place between her and Vikram?


My Rupali didi never thought that he would be so daring. With so many people around, he was still bold enough to rub his ‘thing’ against her behind. That too that thing that pushed on her buttocks felt so big. My jiju too used to do this quite often when they were newly married. That is while she was busy in the kitchen or dusting some thing that needs to be cleaned he would suddenly come up behind her and hug my sister from behind. His penis too just like this rascal’s penis would become erect. My jiju’s tool however had never pushed like this in trying to get in-between the parting of my sister two rounded balls or maybe she didn’t feel it. But Vikram’s she could easily feel. This rascal Vikram must really be equipped with a very large manhood. Hmm as her girlfriends had teasingly said many times before, when a large cock enters our pussy and starts pumping the pleasure would be mind-blowing. For a fleeting moment the thought came of how it would be to experience that for real. My Rupali didi immediately scolded herself that a vulgar thought like that shouldn’t come to a decent wife like me.

She was shocked when I came up to her just a minute or so after Vikram left. She was worried if i had seen anything. She told me nothing of what Vikram did even when I asked her what was happening. She found it difficult to look at my face and talk. She felt guilty that she had allowed someone who had just met, that too a man younger than her, to rub his private part on her buttocks. That alone would not have caused such a great feeling of guilt. That she started enjoying it was what that made her feel this way. That he was starting to have an effect on her undeniable. At the same time, my Rupali didi could not fool herself by denying that she was getting excited and aroused.

“Rupali, you have to be careful. This is very dangerous for your marriage and family life. Don’t give up your chastity that you guarded so carefully to this obvious Romeo,” she warned herself.


However, what could not be denied was that the emotions that are making my sister flounder in her resolve was very exciting and giving her a glow of happiness. Actually, she was in a grip of emotions and could not keep talking to me. She gave an excuse that she have something to do and quickly went to the bathroom that was at the back of the house. She quickly closed the door and latched it. My Rupali didi leaned on the door trying to control her emotions. How much that rogue has stirred her hidden desires. Her hands pressed against her womanhood over saree. There was a sensitivity in my lovely sister pussy that when her fingers pressed on her pussy she felt a bit of pleasure. My Rupali didi rolled up her saree up to her hip and pulled down the black panties she was wearing. There was a thin shiny line at the bottom centre of it. The shininess was because that place was wet. She was both embarrassed and excited at what caused that wetness. That rascal had caused this to happen just by letting his body press into my married sister. She opened the lips of her pussy to examine how wet she was. That was her mistake. The touch of her fingers on her most intimate part felt so good that she could not take it away. The sensation of pleasure my sister felt now she had never felt before. It just showed the heightened state of arousal she was in. If she want to still be a faithful wife my sister have to douse this heat of lust soon. Otherwise she may give in to Vikram’s seduction and let him be the one to do it.

With the wedding festivities and all the people milling around and absence of my jiju, she can’t call her husband to have sex with her. But she also realised how contradictory this reasoning was.She thought , If it was not possible for me and my husband to have sex with all the people around then how would it be possible for Vikram to do that. The reason for this was deep down she thought that my husband was incapable of finding a way to sleep with me even if he was desperate to do so but Vikram would find a way and take my body if I was willing to allow it.

My Rupali didi was feeling so hot and aroused that the only option she had was to help herself. She had not masturbated since few days but now she was going to do that. Her fingers slowly pressed on her pubic mound. My sister started massaging her breast over her choli. Her fingers slowly splayed open her nether lips to reach her clitoris. As her fingers gently pressed and rubbed on the sensitive bud it too swelled up like a little penis. My Rupali didi started moaning very softly as pleasure slowly pervaded through her body. She tried to imagine that it was my jiju fingers were rubbing her swollen clit but as she closed her eyes to enjoy this self-pleasure that rogue Vikram’s face intruded in her mind pushing my jiju face aside.she jerked and opened her eyes. She immediately took her fingers away from her clit. No … no, this is not right, how can I think of Vikram in place of my husband, she thought.
My sister tried to do this several times but each time Vikram’s fingers slowly replaced my jiju fingers. When my jiju pulls her to him and kissed her lips Vikram would push him aside and take his place. My sister was slowly losing the battle as when Vikram came into her imagination and his lips and fingers played all over her body the pleasure that came rushing into her body was so much more intense than when she thought of my jiju. She gave up and gave in to her desires. Vikram was enjoying my sister body and she was enjoying it. She reasoned if I just satisfied my desire imagining having sex with Vikram then this imagination itself would quench my lust for him. Getting sexual satisfaction with this may become enough for me and I won’t give in to Vikram in reality, My sister thought.
It didn’t strike her as to how foolish this reasoning was at that time. She didn’t recognise then that is would only increase her curiosity to find out how actual sex would be with him. Now foolishly she gave full reign to her imagination in having adulterous sex with Vikram.


“sssss…ohhhh…Vikram….” my sister moaned softly conscious that there were people close by as she imagined Vikram’s lips on her body.

Now Vikram’s lips from sucking on my sister luscious lips slowly moved down to her nipples. He bit it gently and liberally brushed his saliva on the erect stem. He pulled her nipples deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Their tongues were duelling like two broadswords.

“ssss….suck my nipple hard you rascal.”

My Rupali didi reach for his cock. It is so hot to touch. Her fingers wrapped around that large tubular flesh. She shyly looked at it and was astounded to see the size of it.

“Do you like my cock Rupali?”
“Hmm..hmm.”
“Do you want it?”
“hmm..,”

“Do you want it inside your cunt?”
“Yessss….”

After all this was just my sister imagination so why restrict herself in indulging in this illicit intercourse.

“You will love it when it pushes into your cunt,” he promised my sister. In reality my Rupali didi fingers started rubbing faster on her swollen clit. Her own imagination was maybe bringing out her long-suppressed desires and longings.

Vikram pushed her down, my sister eagerly went down on her knees in front of him. He rubbed the head of his cock on her lips. Her mouth sought to grab that huge hard flesh. Vikram was one who insisted on what he wanted and took what he desired. He wanted his monstrous cock inside my sister mouth and was demanding that from her by rubbing his cock on her lips. My jiju on the other hand would have to beg my sister before she decided if she wanted to give him that pleasure or not. Maybe my sister wanted a man to be the take charge type. My Rupali didi took the head of Vikram’s cock in her mouth and keeping it in my mouth she turned her head slightly to see my jiju holding his cock in his hand looking pitifully at them. Vikram laughed seeing the look on my jiju face. He held my Rupali didi head in both his hands and pushed his cock right up to her throat. As he fucked her mouth my sister sucked his cock as fast as she can.

My Rupali didi was getting closer to getting a huge orgasm. She needed Vikram to take her now. He made my sister get up and lean forward bending at the waist with both her hands on the wall. He lifted my sister one leg hooking below the knee with elbow.

“Place my cock at the entrance of your honey hole,” Vikram commanded.

My Rupali didi was eager to comply. For the first time she will know how wonderful a big rod feels like when it is poking inside of you as the whispers of her girlfriends implied. His one hump and the whole cock was buried in to the hilt. My Rupali didi gasped as his big pleasure weapon stabbed into her moist opening.

My jiju stood beside her looking at them with sad unblinking eyes. That was the trigger her imagination needed. “ang…ohh…ohh..ohh…” my sister shuddered as she got an intense orgasm.

As she slowly opened her eyes she came back to the reality of being alone in the bathroom. She hoped this orgasm would be enough to ease her sexual tension and her mind wouldn’t start wondering how thrilling illicit sex was. When my sister took her fingers off from pussy it was dripping with her viscous release. Her orgasm had and been so immense her pussy was soaked. She cleaned up hurriedly and got out of the bathroom. What made her tensed up was that Vikram still occupied her thoughts. Now more so than before. Her battle to remain as a housewife true to her husband is going to be harder than she anticipated.

 

[oneSickPuppy]

You are a master of storytelling. always a pleasure! keep going boss

 

[babasandy]

There was such an arrogant look on Vikram face. It was as if he had achieved something great. My Rupali didi on the other hand was stammering as she spoke to me. I had never seen her this unsettled. She didn’t meet my eyes directly when she spoke to me. Either something that had happened was troubling her greatly or she was troubled greatly because she had allowed something to happen. Was the reason for her to be so affected be that she liked what had happened? My heart hoped that even if that bastard had done something my sister did not do anything about it because of all our relatives being around and she didn’t want to cause any problems in what should be a joyous event for the whole family. It should never be that she welcomed whatever Vikram did. Speculating in this line of thought was very disturbing to me and I didn’t to pursue them further. I was in such a state of confusion that my thoughts were in a constant turmoil. When I was on my way to this close relative’s wedding I was so excited because I would be meeting many of my relatives and friends after a long time. I was thinking it would be fun time for me there. But I did not expect in the least to be in a situation like this. All this was because of one scoundrel. He had completely destroyed my peace of mind. He had even made me have suspicions on my own sister. I know my Rupali didi was very attractive and men were easily drawn to her beauty but in all her years of her marriage she had never given me cause to doubt her character. Now I have been pushed to a situation where I started keeping a close key on my own sister.

For the next one hour he did not disturb my sister in any way. In fact, he did not come anywhere near her. There was a big garden like area at the back of the house. He and some of his friends were having small beer party over there. They had a larger cooler box with some bottles of beer in it and they were enjoying their drinks. As long as they were a disturbance to anyone the elders in the house did not mind and pretended not to know what was happening. They wanted to let the younger generation have their fun. This was supposed to be a happy occasion for everyone. I cursed the situation I was in. When I was free and had nothing to do that rascal was busy elsewhere. However, when I was assigned to do something he seems to be free and he takes that opportunity to spend time with my sister. Even though he was in the garden with his friends I did not take my eyes off him. That was because my sister was not in the hall at that time. She was somewhere else in the house busy doing god knows what but I can’t be following her everywhere in the house. That would draw the unwanted attention of my other relatives, I didn’t want that. The next best thing was to keep my eye on him. If I knew where he was then he could not be with my sister at that time. What usually happens when guys start drinking beer happened. They had to ease themselves. There was a side wall where they could do that. I then saw something that caused alarm bells to ring in me. When Vikram unzipped and took out his penis to urinate I was shocked at what I saw. They were about 35 to 40 meters away so when the other young fellows eased themselves nothing much was seen but in Vikram’s case it was clearly visible even from where I was standing outside the house. It clearly indicated to me that his penis was indeed larger than average, definitely bigger than that of his friends. Luckily my Rupali didi wouldn’t know about this. Unlike the women of yesteryears women of today read a lot about men who are blessed with big manhood and how women who have sex with such a man get tremendous pleasure. Though this may just be fantasy and not true a narrative had been set saying sex with such men is more blissful and many women believe that. I don’t know what believe my sister has. This was not the time to test it.

Forget about her even I had these self-doubts. When Vikram was urinating, his tool was in a flaccid state. Even then it seems so large, so when he gets sexually excited (as with my sister??) how much more impressive it would be than any normal sized penis like my jiju. Would he really be able to give a woman (my sister?) much more pleasure than someone like my jiju. I couldn’t help myself from feeling a little less adequate as a lover about my jiju. Just the thought of his large cock penetrating my sister’s pussy, which should belong only to my jiju, caused me to quake internally with fear. If he somehow manages to successfully seduce my sister, would Rupali didi experience much greater pleasure than she ever had with jiju? If so what greater humiliation can there be for me than that. Another thought came to me, something that I had avoided contemplating. Suppose Vikram succeeds in his aim … he manages to snatch my sister’s chastity what would I do then? What are my options? I could confront Vikram and my Rupali didi about it. There will be an argument, probably even a fight. Then what? What was known only to the three of us would be exposed to the world. The respect my friends and relatives have for me and my sister would disappear into thin air. My humiliation would not just be limited to Vikram who would think contemptuously of my jiju in that my sister was prepared to betray her husband and get sexual pleasure from him. My humiliation would extend to my friends and relatives. They would talk among themselves that I am unable to take care of my sister … that my jiju unable to satisfy the sexual needs of my sister. What about Arushi? How will this affect her? I was hoping that if not for me and jiju at least for her my sister would not succumb to what ever Vikram does to get her to sleep with him. But I also know how strong sexual desire can be when one is in its grip. Morality and reasoning get pushed to the back reaches of the mind. The sexual arousal slowly gets stronger and stronger and can only be satisfied when the urge is fulfilled.
If so what should I do. Just ignore whatever that happens? By that pretend I don’t know what was happening or letting them know I know but show that it didn’t bother me? However, there was a danger in this. When Vikram sees that I am not doing anything even though I knew he had sex with my sister he would become even bolder. He would seek to fuck my Rupali didi whenever he wants her and do it many times. Whereas if they don’t know that I know they would be very circumspect and only sleep when really an opportunity arises. Also, it would be likely my sister would break off from him after having sex one or two times for fear I will find out if the adulterous sex continues. So, should I just let the illicit affair run its course. But the very thought that my Rupali didi’s beauty and her voluptuous body would be enjoyed by another man other than my jiju was intolerable to me. It would be painful and humiliating for me.

As I was agonising over all these I suddenly came to my senses. Why am I thinking like this? Why am I presuming that my Rupali didi would be so weak that she would easily succumb to Vikram? Nothing like that has happened yet. It is not just my sister’s responsibility but my responsibility to safeguard my sister’s chastity and thereby our honour. This is the time I have to watch Vikram very closely. Make every effort to see that he can’t get near my sister. Make it easy for her to resist whatever he may try. I know I had no other choice than do it.

Vikram didn’t expect matter to progress so fast. He felt like he was already half way to getting what he wanted, that is the enticing body of the young wife and mother. Now onwards it is essential that every move he make is carefully thought out. One wrong move could spoil everything.
He thought,My move should not make her uneasy so much so she may come to her senses and completely shut me out of her mind. My moves must be fast but at the same time smart. I have to see to it that she is kept at the edge of sexual desire.
Vikram friends had called him to a small ‘beer party’ at the back of the house. He couldn’t avoid that as he didn’t want them to get suspicious that he was planning something else and therefore was not spending time with them as would normally be expected. He had to keep in mind that they were all here as friends of the bride’s brother and my Rupali didi is their close relative. His friend (the brides’ brother) wouldn’t like it if he knew he was trying to bed a relative of his. Even some of his other friends may not like that he is causing some trouble in a friend’s wedding event and may warn his friend that is the brides’ brother about what he was trying to do. Though Vikram was there with them having some beer his mind was preoccupied on how he was going to finally get that sweet pussy to enjoy. Those few minutes when he was able to rub his cock against her lush buttocks was superb. Even with the clothes they were wearing dulling the effect of that grinding he felt so much pleasure shoot in him. My Rupali didi must have felt it too because after the resistance at the beginning she let it happen and even seemed to push back a little.
He thought ,If it feels so good with all the clothes in the way how much more enjoyable it will be when my cock pushes past the rose petals of her pussy to bask in the warm moistness of her love tunnel. He long so much to experience the blissful joy of skin rubbing against skin.

Yes, he was not planning to use any condom when he fuck my Rupali didi. She must have already felt how large he was when he rubbed his hard rod on the soft flesh of her buttocks. If as he suspect her husband has a small or average sized cock then a urge would have been planted in her mind to want experience the joy a large cock would give a woman.
He thought,These types of delightful married experienced pussies have to be enjoyed fully without some artificial rubber coming in the way of the ecstasy awaiting us. It is going to be her responsibility to prevent any unwanted pregnancy.
Vikram was determined that when he fuck my sister for the very first time his hot seed would completely drench her cunt. After their little party was over they all sauntered back to the house. By that time, he had decided his next move would be to be more direct. He was going to let her know his feelings for her. Some ladies were getting the preparations ready to serve lunch to everyone. My Rupali didi was one of them. She was alone at that time so he decided this was the best time to make his next move. He walked up to her. She looked up on hearing someone coming close to her. On seeing it was him, he saw her redden slightly in the face and she was flustered.

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” he said with a diffident look on his face.

She wouldn’t have expected him to do this and was a little confused. “For what?” she asked.

“You know a little while ago when we had all gathered around the table … on wanting to get a closer look I had stood too close to you,” He replied again with a sorry look on his face.

What had happened there was really known only to the two of them. But his intention by this apology was to remind her once of that incident. He knows she would feel shy and embarrassed but he also wanted it to trigger her arousal. Sure enough, he could see her face redden slightly. So, she was feeling shy but how to know if she was aroused. He couldn’t lift my sister saree up to see if she started leaking.

“Oh my god.. enough why talk about that now, leave it,” she said trying to hide how uncomfortable she was by this conversation.

Am I going to leave it like that, no way, “It’s not that … my body touching your body itself was unforgivable but after that my lack of self-control and something I couldn’t control made matters worse. My conscience won’t forgive me if I didn’t apologise.” he was referring indirectly to his erection rubbing against her. Once again he was reminding her of the sensations she must have felt then. What was left was only to tell her directly that the softness of her buttocks was so pleasurable that it made his cock stand up.

“Terrible .. terrible … as if this needed explanation…please go away from here first.” Then her nose curled up as her face showed a bit of repulsion. “Have you been drinking?” she asked.

He grinned at her sheepishly. “Just two glasses of beer nothing more.”


“Yeah, no wonder the stink. Is it because of the drinks that you have become brave and blabbering all this to me?”

“No .. no, it’s not like that I had made up my mind to apologise. I’m not making excuses but you must understand my situation. I could have controlled myself if it had been an ordinary woman. But you are stunningly beautiful and after all I am a man, however that is still wrong so sorry.”

Before she could react or say anything Vikram turned around and quickly walked away. He had planted another seed in her mind, that is he find her irresistibly attractive. Which woman wouldn’t want to be thought of that way by a man. After about half an hour all the men folks including me and my friends had sat in a row in the table set up to have lunch. The lunch was served by the women folks and my Rupali didi was one of them. When she served Vikram, he smiled at her in a friendly manner. She smiled in return rather shyly. When she bent down to serve the food for him she noticed his breath smelled of fresh toothpaste. She looked at his face with a small smile.

He spoke very softly so that only she could hear,” Is the smell okay now.”

She tried to control her laughter but a small smile broke out. “Idiot,” she whispered under her breath as she moved to serve the next person.

Vikram started paying a lot of attention to her daughter Arushi. He bought him sweets, chocolates and what not and so much so she became close to him and often be with him. Using that excuse he would frequently go and talk with my Rupali di. Over the next two hours a certain closeness developed between them but outwardly it seemed like nothing more than friendship. Later in the afternoon was the time everyone was taking a little break and resting. He wanted to use this opportunity to meet and talk with my Rupali didi alone. His bad luck this was the time when was also free and watching them. I was watching him like a hawk. He couldn’t make any move. My Rupali didi too ignored him and she sat with me and had a conversation . He had to divert her attention towards him. He had to move along these feelings of friendship to feelings of desire. Among the female friends of the bride there was a very attractive young woman whose name was smitha. She was sitting alone and he went straight to her and started a conversation. Earlier she had shown interest to talk to him but he had practically ignored her. Now she was a little angry with him and ignored him but he overlooked that continued to talk to her.

“Are you the brides’ classmate?” he asked her.

She answered without showing any real interest in talking to him. “No, we are from same college but her classmate and I are cousins. That’s how we became friends.”

“Strange that she invited you to her wedding,” he replied.

She was piqued by his saying this and also a little angry. “What do you mean? We are good friends why wouldn’t she invite me?”

“You two must be close otherwise no bride would invite someone like you?” he said.

“Hello Vikram … this is too much. You are going over the limit. How dare you say something like that about me,” She said in a huff.

“Hey Smitha don’t get angry. What I meant was every bride would want everyone’s eyes only on her on her special day.”

Smitha’s anger was replaced by puzzlement. “So???”

“Well with you around half the men would have their eyes on you. Even with all the special bridal make-up she won’t be able to match you,” he said with a smile.

Now Smitha was mollified. “You… don’t be like that. My friend is very pretty too,” she said but Vikram could see how pleased she was.

“Maybe but no where as close to you.”

Smitha just smiled at this. “Why did you say you were surprised she invited me?”

“Well you would outshine her. She wouldn’t want that would she. That’s why I thought like it sometimes happens she would have avoided calling you.”

“My friend is not like that, we always wish the best for each other,” She came in defence of her friend.

Her anger was completely gone now and they engaged in an interesting conversation getting to know about each other well. While in deep conversation with Smitha he still kept an eye on my Rupali didi and me. Though Rupali didi was talking to me, she would look at them to see what was happening whenever my’ attention was elsewhere. Even though my Rupali didi tried to hide it her face every once in a while showed a bit of annoyance. Without realising it she was feeling a little jealous. There would naturally be a little bit of rivalry between two very beautiful women, especially if each of the women feel her rival’s beauty matches or surpasses hers. Without being conscious of it she was competing with Smitha … and he hoped it was for him.
He thought,Next time I talk with Rupali she may show a little aloofness or rather he was hoping she did. That would confirm that it bothers her when he get close to another woman. Then his task is almost done. He have to mollify her and therein lies the thrill in seduction. He was hoping that before he left this place, what he was admiring with the clothes on he would get to admire fully naked. There is no sexier sight than that of a beautiful naked Indian woman my Rupali didi with vermillion on top of her forehead and the chain symbolising her marital status around her neck and with nothing else on her body.

 

[babasandy]

After some time,

We rolled open a blanket on the floor and tried to get a short nap. I was soon snoring softly. But my Rupali didi was feeling tired still could not sleep. There were too many things on her mind. She half closed her eyes and pretended to sleep but continued to observe Vikram and Smitha. When Vikram told her something Smitha with a laugh gently hit him on his hand. Why was that causing her here to be upset. Why she is feeling this unnecessary emotion? Just a few hours ago Vikram and my sister were nothing to each other. She asked herself in wonder why in this short time this sort of emotion had engulfed her. She who had just wanted to enjoy the flirting he was doing with her was now fearful that she was going down the dangerous path where she may give herself to him. Her eyes still looked at the handsome face that was smiling mischievously at Smitha. Somehow my sister wished she was where Smitha was instead of here with me with her brother.
After a quick nap, we all were busy again with the preparation.After about an hour plus everyone became busy once more in our own tasks for the wedding event.

At that time the younger brother of the brides’ father came up to me and asked,” Sandy there are somethings to be done in town. It would only take about an hour. Can we go in my car?’

My Rupali didi also told me,” you go ahead dear. I too have plenty to do here, I’ll be busy too.”

Though I agreed my eyes automatically searched for where Vikram was. I couldn’t see him anywhere. That in itself was a relief. Realisation came to me suddenly on what I was doing. Only a while ago I was so confident that my sister would be steadfast to her marital vows and would never betray her husband. Yet I feared going away for an hour and leaving my hot sister here at the mercy of his manipulative actions. Where did all my resolution, not to be suspicious of my sister and jealous of another man, go because I had faith in the character of my sister. Yet all my insecurities come flooding back in the first instance I had to leave my Rupali didi alone and believe solely on her faithfulness. I have to acknowledge the reason for my weakness. It was because of how gorgeous my sister was. Maybe deep in my mind I believed she deserved someone better than my jiju. The reason was my jiju. He was just an ordinary man next door as far as his looks go. Did he deserve a wife as beautiful as my Rupali di? Second it was the man who was pursuing her and was intent on seducing her. He had everything a woman would want. Handsome face and a body to match. He exuded virility and I believe there is an instinctive attraction, unconsciously or not, that the opposite sex had for him. (to top it all I have seen his impressive manhood). All this is bringing out my lack of self confidence and self-esteem. In a way it almost seemed that I would accept it as understandable if my sister were to succumb to him ….. or would I? Seeing no more reason to be dallying around there anymore I had to leave.

Vikram was behind a pillar and neither my Rupali didi or me knew he was there. He also heard Rupali didi asking me to go as she would be busy here. In his mind he thought Rupali didi wanted her brother out of the way so that he would have a chance to be alone with her. By saying she will be busy he hoped in her mind she was thinking she would be busy with Vikram.

If the first move he make is successful that would not necessarily mean that it would lead to immediate sex. There may not be the place or time for that but what it would do is break a barrier that cannot be put up again henceforth. His intentions and desires would be clear to her and the spark of desire would also be truly lit in her. That spark would work in her and only grow and would not be extinguished easily. If she liked what had happened though she may initially try to resist but eventually she too would want to enjoy this thrilling pleasure as much as Vikram. Once this desire takes hold in her she herself would create opportunities for him to be with her whether she consciously or unconsciously does it. His thinking is a woman would not easily want to engage in illicit sex but once she makes up her mind to experience it she would be better at planning to carry out her want than a man would.he secretly watched me look around for him. He laughed to himself thinking I was still so afraid of him.

Now more than half an hour had passed since i left. He was anticipating that my Rupali didi would try to be alone somewhere to make an opportunity for him but nothing of the sort happened. She was busy chatting and doing some arrangements with some other women folks. Looks like he over estimated the desire within her. Or maybe she is surrounding herself with other women so that she won’t get tempted and can control her desires. Not even for a minute did she go anywhere alone. As time passed by Vikram got more and more anxious that this golden opportunity was going to go to waste. Just when he had all but given up it was her daughter Aarushi who once again came unwittingly to his aid. While playing she had fallen down, while she didn’t get hurt in any way her clothes however had become covered in dirt. While scolding Arushi, she cleaned her up and sent her off to play after changing her into wearing clean clothes. She then proceeded to wash her clothes and then did something that Vikram had been praying for all this time. My Rupali didi was going to the terrace to get the clothes dried in the sun. More importantly she was going there alone. He thanked all the gods that he could think of and followed her. He quietly went making sure that he was not noticed. Everyone was busy with their own work and besides the staircase to the terrace was away on one side where no one was there. So, it became easy for him to follow her unnoticed. His other prayer was that nobody else must be in the terrace. The gods were smiling on him. As Vikram had hoped he found that there wasn’t anyone else at that place.
My Rupali didi was squeezing the clothes of excess water before putting on the clothing line to dry. He walked near her very silently. She was engrossed in what she was doing that she was not aware of him approaching her. When he was quite near her he said,” Hi.” She was slightly startled. She turned to look who it was. The expression on her face indicated that she was not overly surprised he was there. Maybe she was half expecting him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before she turned away to what she was doing.

“I didn’t expect you here … I thought you were very busy with that girl, what was her name?? Smitha,” my Rupali didi said.

He was glad to hear this. That meant she was jealous of Smitha in spite of herself. That also showed she wanted his attention to be solely on her. He smiled with a little relief and hope. As she was facing the other side she didn’t see him smile.

As soon as my Rupali didi said those words she bit her tongue in regret. This was something that had been bothering her and which she tried not to acknowledge. But somehow the suppressed emotion bubbled up and the words had burst out from her mouth. What was worse was she had shown Vikram that it bothered her that he was getting close to another girl. How ridiculous this was. She hardly know him and he had every right to get close to a girl of his own age. Besides as a married woman why should this mean anything to her. But my Rupali didi couldn’t understand this emotional disturbance within her. As she was already flustered at her own outburst that as she moved to put the clothes on the line she slipped on the water on the ground from her squeezing the clothes of the excess water. With a cry of alarm …’aah’ my sister almost fell. She felt an arm come under her belly another arm from over her shoulder to around her body preventing from falling. His palm was bearing my sister weight by the belly. His middle finger happened to be exactly where her belly button was. The tip of his finger was actually inside that small hole. His other hand from over her shoulder had actually his palm holding my sister breast. As her weight was pressing down my sister big breast was squashed against his palm and as he attempted to hold her from falling down his fingers had actually clutched my Rupali didi's breast. He took his time in lifting her upper body back to a standing position. My sister knew that he was taking advantage of the situation but why was she also letting him do so. The touch of his fingers was causing a mini electric shock … a shock of desire … to pass through her body. Her mind scolded that it was wrong to enjoy this accidental touching of my body but her body had a response of its own. As he had grabbed my sister she too grabbed his bicep in trying to keep herself from falling down. Hergrip was so tight that her fingernails were digging into his flesh but it made no impression on his hard-flexed muscle. My married sister could feel his power and raw sexuality. There was this innate feeling of being drawn to the opposite of the species deemed to be a suitable mate. This was something that had been ingrained into our DNA over centuries and had always remained hidden within ourself in spite of conforming to modern social norms.
My sister also realised that the side of her thigh was pressed against his groin as he held her. It was not just he who had an effect on my Rupali didi, she too was affecting him in the same manner. She could literally feel his manhood grow and get hard. That day when he pressed into my sister buttocks she didn’t feel it so vividly then but now shecould really make a guess how impressive it must be. This also made her a bit embarrassed on another thing. If she could feel his manhood grow than he would have felt my sister nipple puff up and poke into his palm. He would have known that she too was getting aroused. In my sister mind all this was happening in slow motion but in reality it was only seconds that he was holding her. Another thing struck her, what if there were other prying eyes seeing us. My Rupali didi looked around rapidly but no one could see them from below as they were standing in the middle of the terrace. Also, no other buildings around were close by or as tall as this bungalow. As a proper married woman, I
My Rupali didi realised it was time she made an attempt to stand up because he didn’t seem to want to do it. Though it felt so good to be in his strong arms this was not how the behaviour of a good wife and mother should be. But for the first time in her life she got to really know and experience how thrilling and arousing it can be to be intimately close to very manly male. She reluctantly made an effort to stand up.


“Please Vikram, help me up,” my Rupali didi said to him hoping her voice was not hoarse betraying her arousal to him.

“Sorry,” he said as he straightened her upper body but she could feel him giving an extra squeeze on her soft breast. My sister chose not to protest or acknowledge what he had done.

“You should be more careful, Mrs. Rupali. The floor is quite slippery. Luckily I was here.”

Did he really want my sister to be careful? He would not have had a chance to hold her like this then would he. What about her? Did she regret slipping and almost falling? Those strong arms of Vikram would not have been wrapped around her body. My sister had masturbated once imagining being in his arms. That was just pure imagination with no sense of how it would be in reality. Now when it happened in reality the strong smell of a virile male was intoxicating to her senses. My Rupali didi thought, Good god how it would be to actually have his body over mine, our naked bodies pressed together, skin again skin, as I had imagined while masturbating. Now I got a feel of how it would actually be. These were all very dangerous speculation … STOP IT Rupali, she scolded herself. What about your husband, what about your child? How could you let your mind wonder like this, don’t you realise what risk you are putting yourself? But why was the devil in me urging me to explore the joy of this thrilling experience. My Rupali didi was so afraid she was fighting a losing battle.

“Thank you Vikram, now excuse me I have finish putting this to dry,” she said as she took her daughter's shorts in her hand.

“Here let me help you squeeze it dry,” he said as he took one end of the cloth in his fingers. Once again his fingers touched her in a gentle caress. Once more a spark within her. A spark of joy, a spark of desire.

As he took the pant in his strong fingers and squeezed the cloth dry getting more water out of the cloth than my sister could ever have. Those fingers …. hmm, looked so strong yet were not rough. Those were the fingers my Rupali didi had imagined inside her pussy, rubbing against her sensitive walls, finding all the pleasure spots. Finding her love bud and gentle caressing that nerve filled pleasure organ. ‘STOP IT’ she once again had to tell herself but could she deny that those thoughts filled her with lust or that her pussy was now more wet than it ever should be because of a man other than her husband.

As he put the pant on the cloth line and clipped it with a cloth peg Vikram asked her,” why did you comment just now that you thought I would be busy with Smitha? You sounded like you were upset with it.”

 

[babasandy]

This rascal … he is asking about my sister unthinking outburst which she had hoped he would not notice or remember. How can she admit to him that he had provoked in her an unreasonable jealousy against Smitha?

“No, nothing like that. Why do you think that? I was just asking as you had been spending quite sometime with her, that’s all.”

“Why Rupali, were you noticing us?” he asked with a mischievous smile. My sister noticed that the Mrs was gone and it was just Rupali now. She let that pass.

“Why should I? … It so happened that I looked in your direction once or twice and noticed the two of you having an animated conversation.” In trying to explain it away my sister realised she was just exposing to him that he was occupying her mind.

He then took another tack and said something she didn’t expect. “You know Rupali, though I was talking to Smitha I was looking at you quite often.”

Him saying this should not have made my sister so happy inside. She had thought he had ignored her and was totally engrossed with Smitha but in reality he was still paying attention to my sister. “Why?” was all she could ask.

The washed clothes had already been put up to dry, there was no reason for my sister to be there anymore but yet she was standing there having a conversation with a man who had been my sister lover in her imagination as she sought relief through masturbation.

“It was just that I was in the presence of the two most beautiful women present here, or anywhere for that matter, and I could not decide who was the more beautiful among the two.”

This was where her response should have been, ‘why are you doing that’ or ‘don’t you have anything better to do’ but it should never be ‘and who was that?” Yet my sister found herself asking.” What did you conclude?”

He smiled at that, a smile of triumph was sure. “Can I be truthful Rupali?” he asked her.

This gave her the jitters. What if he said it was Smitha? “Of course,” she replied.

“Let me be frank. You are both stunningly beautiful. It so happens Smitha is a few years younger and she has the fresh beauty of youth.”

My Rupali didi heart sank. She had this big sense of disappointment. Why should his opinion matter? He was nothing in her life. She should only worry if my jiju thought like this. Yet what my sister felt was what she felt and there was no changing it.

“But,” he continued and she looked up at his face,” there is an elegance along with your beauty. This is the type of beauty that endures. I know which type of woman I would prefer to spend my life with.”

My Rupali didi couldn’t hide the delight in my face.
P “You know how much I envied your husband. He is a very lucky man and I hope he knows that.”

“Enough Vikram, please …. You’re embarrassing me.”

“No, I’m just saying what I know to be true. By the way don’t go on to the stage where the wedding ceremony will be held.”

“Why?” she asked puzzled.

“You will outshine the bride, all eyes would be on you instead of the bride. That poor girl would be upset.”

My Rupali didi smiled being very pleased at what he said. She was feeling too shy standing there anymore. She felt like she was floating. She turned to walk away and once more the wet floor came to Vikram’s aid. My sister slipped and fell backwards (or did she purposely slip?) As she fell backwards as expected Vikram caught her once more. This time the back of my sister body was pressed against front of Vikram. His arms came around to her belly. The touch of his warm fingers on the cool smooth flesh made her shiver involuntarily. His hands were not just holding my sister by her belly but they were gently caressing the flesh. His manhood was pressing hard between the two rounded flesh of my sister buttocks. She felt something press on the nape of her shoulder …. Was it his lips? My Rupali didi opened her mouth to protest but no sound came out. She felt his hand move up from her stomach, was he going to grab my sister breast. Stop him Rupali, she told herself. She tried to move but her legs felt weak. There was a breeze blowing over the terrace yet she started to sweat. Was she going to give in to him so easily … move Rupali , move. Just then it was me who came to save what belonged to my jiju.

“What? She is up in the terrace … okay I’ll go and see,” my Rupali didi could clearly hear my voice from downstairs.

 

[babasandy]

“Oh, you’re back Sandy, Aarushi had dirtied his clothes and I had washed it and came here to dry it,” though my Rupali didi was flustered she tried her best to hide it from me.

I didn’t say anything but she noticed i was looking over her shoulder and scanning the terrace with my eyes. Me too had sensed something wrong in Vikram’s intentions and was suspicious. Luckily Vikram had had the foresight to remain hidden.

“Were you alone here? Was anybody else here on the terrace?” i asked her.

My Rupali didi felt a stab of fear in her heart. Did my brother know and was just testing me? Should I tell him the truth that Vikram was also here? Just because Vikram was here it didn’t mean that something wrong had happened, she thought.
Better that than to be caught in a lie. But she took a risk and said,” No, no body was here, I was all alone.”

“Okay, let’s go back,” i said and my sister followed me with a huge feeling of relief.
Vikram was hiding behind the water tank and listening to us.

That bloody dog …. he came at such a wrong time he cursed me.

Dirty thoughts and also Vikram just having embraced the sultry body of my big breasted love goddess Rupali didi caused his cock to want to burst out of pants. He wanted all the pent-up lust to be released only when he and my sister were engaged in our first passionate lovemaking but he couldn’t wait anymore, Vikram needed relief otherwise he would probably get blue balls as his rod had been getting erect so many times without ejaculation. Vikram pulled down his zip and reached inside to pull out his long cock. It was with some difficultly that he did that because Vikram was having on of the biggest and hardest erection he had ever had. The only other time his cock had bloated up this big and hard was when he had very first sexual experience. His cock came out angry and ready for action. How much Vikram wished my Rupali didi had seen this. He was lucky to be blessed with an impressive love tool. It was not just what he thought but a couple of women had drooled over it and had said the same thing. Vikram closed his eyes and tried to recollect all the bumps, curves and softness of my sister’s body that he had only a while ago explored. He let his imagination take complete control ……….

I had not come back, Vikram had pulled my Rupali didi to this place behind the water tank so that they would be hidden from view. My sister was facing the tank wall with her hands on it. The loose drape of her saree was on the floor, her choli and bra were pulled up with her large ripe breasts dangling in front. Her body slightly bent backwards and legs standing wide apart. Her saree was pulled up over her waist and her panties was lying on the ground around one of her ankles. He was standing behind her, his hand holding her curvaceous waist. His pants and boxers were also on the ground. Vikram was rubbing the head of his cock on the delectable slit testing her readiness. Every time he rubbed more of her viscous secretion was coating his head. She was wet and she was ready.

“Vikram please …. don’t … stop …I don’t want to cheat on my husband.” Even standing in this position with her pussy so wanting his cock inside she was pleading with him. This is what Vikram wanted a reluctant wife unable to control her passion. Her words don’t ….. stop was to him like she was saying don’t stop. He pushed in an inch and stopped.

“Oh gosh…mm..” she moaned. He pushed in half of thick stem inside. Her pussy lips opened wide and grasped his cock tightly. “Ang…ang…It’s so big … I can’t take it,” my Rupali didi gasped. But she was the one to push her hip backwards wanting his while hard flesh inside her body. Now his pubic hair was tickling her pussy lips.

Vikram started pushing in hard, again and again making her body shudder her tips sway and soft buttocks flesh quiver.

“Aahhh … shhh…. Can’t stand it you donkey… why are you thrusting so hard … you’re tearing my cunt.”


“I want to tear your married cunt … that’s why… you like this don’t you Rupali.”

“ang….ang…..ang….. you fuck so good Vikram… you got a big cock… ssss…. It’s going in so deep.”

“hump…hump…. Your brother is just downstairs but you are crazy for my cock you slut… you’re a horny bitch with an itching cunt.”

“You bastard you seduced me and now you are calling me vulgar names… bastard… bastard… ahh… ahhh… that’s it faster.”

“You are the wife only to your husband …to me you are a slut… tell me.. you’re my bitch are you not.”

“Yes, you bastard … I’m your bitch … your mistress … now just fuck me hard …. do it …. Show me what a stud you are…”

His imagination had heated him up so much that Vikram shot load on the wall there. His lust for my Rupali didi had been so great that a lot of spunk had filled up in his sacs, he shot out copious amount of thick sticky fluid that stuck on the wall and then slowly dripped down. Though he had a good orgasm this was never going to be an adequate substitute to the real pleasure that my sister’s still chaste pussy holds.

After some time,

I was at the hotel with my friends but my mind was back at the bungalow. What would my sister be doing right now, where was Vikram? (I did not know that the two people i was wondering about were clinched in a tight embrace. What i had feared was happening right at that moment. Vikram was kissing my sister’s lips with a fervour and my sister was kissing him back with a passion she had not shown to even my jiju.) My legs were fidgeting betraying how uneasy I was though outside I tried to appear calm. Somehow within me the thought that I had let an opportunity to arise in favour of Vikram was causing me to be nervous. My only solace was that there were so many people around and hence Vikram wouldn’t have the chance to try anything with my sister. But then that was what I had thought earlier too but my Rupali didi had gone to the terrace and I had a nagging suspicion that Vikram had been there with her. If this was indeed true than my trust in my sister is misplaced. She had denied that anyone was there with her. I shouldn’t say denied because that would equivalent to a vehement reply. She had merely informed me that she had been alone in answer to my query. My only hope and prayer was that this was indeed true.

 

[Delta101]

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[babasandy]

My Rupali didi saw me and a group of men get up and prepare to go out. One of the men called out to his wife to tell her that we were going out for coffee. That would mean we are going out to the small hotel which was about a hundred meters from here. My sister knew very well what type a few of us were. We are the type to spend a long time chatting on all and sundry as we sipped their coffee, hence we were unlikely to come back fast, probably will take more than half an hour. Why did this cause a feeling of excitement in my sister? Was she anticipating with me out of the way Vikram may try something? Now where did that rascal go my sister wondered …. Her eyes surreptitiously scanning around. Ah … she spotted him .. he was standing by a window just outside the hall. Ha .. ha .. ha .. where else would he be, with my hot sister being here he won’t go far away, even Smitha could not distract him from her my sister thought proudly. His primary desire seems to be to ogle my sister every chance he gets. Again, their eyes met, there was an exchange of smiles but this time the smile held more than friendship in it. They had moved beyond friendship though not openly acknowledged yet. My Rupali didi went back to what she was doing though after every minute or so she would slyly glance at his direction. Every time she did that he would be looking at her. Then my sister realised he was not exactly looking at her face and that his eyes were focused a little lower. He also licked his lips now and then. My sister only then became aware that the top of her saree had slid down her bosom a bit. She had a fairly low-cut choli and with l sitting her milky cleavage was visible quite clearly. That sly crook has been feasting his eyes on the cut of my sister two breasts. Her first instinct was to cover herself up and immediately adjusted her saree and again glanced in his direction. He had the puppy dog expression of a treat being snatched from him. She almost laughed out on seeing that. He too must have seen her trying to stifle laughter because there was a grin on his face. My Rupali didi was shamelessly flirting with him. This was a behaviour that was totally unbecoming of a proper married woman but it felt so good to her. It made her feel young again, made her forget she was a married woman. Her saree again slid down almost as low as before. This time she did not do anything. Let him get excited and aroused seeing my cleavage, she thought ,my sister was getting aroused too with this virtual foreplay.

At that time one of the middle-aged women, Mohan’s aunty, spoke to my sister from across the hall,” Rupali, we need another three large plates for the evening anointing the bride ceremony.”

“All the plates have been used up already Aunty, what to do?” she asked her.

“There are some plates in the corner room upstairs, can you go and get it for me, I find it difficult climbing up the stairs,” She said. Her body was on the heavyset side.

“You want me to go….??,” my sister hesitated. It would mean my sister being alone once more when i was not around. One part of her liked it and wanted to go another part of her was warning that it was dangerous. She glanced at Vikram again. He had perked up on hearing this conversation. She could see the excitement within him.

Please Rupali,” the aunty said but on seeing my sister hesitate she continued with a sigh,” Okay if you can’t I will somehow manage.”

My Rupali didi couldn’t be so rude to her. “No, no its okay aunty, I’ll do it,” she said. Even Vikram won’t be so bold to follow me she thought. Even though she knew she was fooling herself.

The stairs going upstairs to the room upstairs was on the opposite side to where Vikram was standing. My sister quickly walked to the stairs and climbed up the stairs as fast as she could. Flirting with Vikram secretly because they were in the open was one thing but being alone with him was another. Basically, she was scared as she had little faith in her resolve. When she reached the top of the stairs turned around and looked down, there was no one there. She was not sure of her feelings then, was it a feeling of relief or a feeling of disappointment?
There was nobody in this side of the floor. This was where all the old things and other stuff were kept. There were only two rooms here, the first room and the corner room. My sister walked to the corner room with legs feeling week with nervousness. She opened the door and went in. There were quite a few stuffs in here. It was not a matter of just picking up the plates and going. First she had to find them. There was a table on one side and some things kept beyond that. She looked over the table to see but there were no plates there. She looked at the other side, there were some empty boxes. Maybe the plates were behind them. She had become engrossed in her searching that for a minute she had forgotten about Vikram. She moved the first box aside. She was delighted there were a stack of five large eversilver plates there. Just when my sister was about to bend down and take the plates she heard the sound of the door close. My Rupali didi froze with her heart starting to beat faster. There was someone else in the room with her. She knew who it must be … who else but Vikram. She heard the faint sound of almost silent footsteps approaching her. She stopped breathing. She could literally feel a face coming very close to her hair. There was a long deep intake of breath. Probably Vikram was inhaling the fragrance of the jasmine flowers in my sister hair. Then she felt hot breath on her shoulder and finally a soft kiss there. ‘whooff…’ she let out the breath I had been holding.

Now was the time my sister should act. She should turnaround, she should push him back. But she did none of this. She just stood there frozen. His arms came around to wrap her body. My sister nearly swooned but his strong arms held her. He was kissing, licking and whispering in my sister ear,” Rupali…my angel… Rupali… you’re so beautiful I can’t stop myself.”

He couldn’t stop himself but the thing was my sister didn’t stop him. She felt her nipples perk up and swell. The desire she had been trying to suppress was being aroused by his embrace. He turned her around. My sister head drooped down being unable to face him. He lifted up her head. My sister closed her eyes shame making her unable to see his face.

“Look at me,” he whispered huskily. She still didn’t open eyes. “Darling… look at me,” he whispered again. She still couldn’t open eyes. She felt something wet touch her one eyelid then the other. He had kissed her eyes. My Rupali didi body trembled her breath now was as hot as his. She slowly opened eyes. She saw the wanton desire in his eyes which was burning with lust for my sister. God, how much he wanted her. Can a man have this much of desire for a woman. His eyes made her feel special. That she was the most desirable woman in the world for him. Yet what was happening was very wrong.

“Vikram… I … no .. don’t …,” my Rupali didi was stuttering. His lips mashed against my sister lips eating all the incoherent words that were struggling to come out.

He was a good kisser … a very good kisser. Her hands were holding onto his biceps for what reason she don’t know. My sister was neither pushing him away or pulling him in to her. But he wasn’t so indecisive. I felt one of his hands behind her lower back and one on her buttocks. He pulled my sister in so that her breast was mashed on his and his groin was pressing against my sister mound of Venus. There was something hard raring to get at my sister pubis. There was pleasure emanating from two points of her body. My Rupali didi pointed nipples that were battling against his hard chest and from her most intimate part being rubbed by the thing that was promising her much more joy than this if given the chance. My sister's already weak resolve was rapidly diminishing from the pleasure she was being subjected to. Her eyes slowly closed as her hands moved from his biceps to his shoulders as she gave herself to him. She started kissing him back … a man other than her husband was tasting the sweetness of her lips and she too enjoyed the taste of this new pair of lips.
Those succulent lips were as sweet as Vikram phad imagined they would be. Yet she was still not kissing back but only letting him kiss her. He grabbed her back and her buttocks and pulled her tight against himself. Her large breasts that looked so firm without sag was so soft as it squashed against Vikram chest. Finally getting where he had only hoped to get made him have an enormous hardon that wanted to tear out of his pants. He pressed his groin hard on her pubic mound. He hoped she could feel how much he had wanted her. His hard rod was pushing insistently on the swollen mound. His cock was raging to get past those rose petals of hers that served as the gateway to heaven. It was his pants and her saree that stood in the way. But just grinding it there was itself giving him streaks of pleasure. My Rupali didi must be also feeling that way because she started responding. She started kissing back pulling on his lips. Her tongue started rubbing against Vikram's probing tongue. Her hands moved from his biceps to his shoulder and then slowly around neck. She also started pushing back on his hardon.
… He can’t believe that this was actually happening. What started off as a remote possibility was now actually happening …

This was a woman with suppressed sexuality Vikram was sure now. She just needed the right man to bring it out. I had lost. All my efforts to prevent what was happening now had been in vain. Mrs. Rupali my sister was going to give her precious virtue to him. As their long kiss ended his face was buried on her cleavage. Those small mounds of flesh were heaving as he rubbed his face on them.

“No Vikram… this is wrong… let me go,” she said but her hands belied her words they were pressing his head on her ripe breasts.

His nostrils were filled with the erotic scent of an aroused female. His hands were frantically struggling with the hooks of her choli but her large breasts were stretching out the fabric so tightly that he couldn’t unhook it. His hands went to the bottom hooks which were easier to undo. He quickly undid the bottom two and pulled up my sister choli over her breasts having no patience to unhook the rest. The creamy flesh was creamier than the cream coloured bra. He put his face into the centre of her cleavage and licked her warm sweaty flesh.

“Ohh … Ohh.. Vikram..no pls...,” She moaned.

He wanted more, he pulled down her bra cups and released her firm mounds of flesh. Her breasts now rested on top of her bra cups. On seeing the perked up distended nipples he had no hesitation in wanting them in his mouth. Seeing the nipples of a woman you have seduced for the first time was always very arousing. You get to see something only her husband had ever seen. He kissed my sister 's nipple. it was rubbery but firm. There was a sharp intake of breath from Rupali didi followed by a sigh as he took it in his mouth and sucked it like a hungry baby.milk started flowing through her nipples.

“God Vikram let me go, my daughter would be hungry.. umhhh,” She whispered.

He took his mouth off her nipple now wet with his saliva and my sister's breast milk. He looked at her face, “Do you want me to,” he asked. She looked down unable to look at his face and remained silent. Her face was flushed both with desire and shame.

Vikram pulled her close to himself, her cheeks pressed against him. “Don’t fight it Rupali, I want you, you want me. Let’s just enjoy the moment. They kissed again passionately urgently seeking to ease out pent up arousal. He swooped down and carried her with lips still entwined together. He walked over and laid her on the table that was there. She lay on the table knowing he was going to take her there. She looked at him helplessly, not wanting to commit adultery but at the same time consumed by lust. Vikram undid his belt and let his pants fall down around ankles. He pulled down boxers and his cock sprang out all angry and ready for action. My Rupali didi looked down between his plegs. Her eyes widened then she averted her gaze blushing a deep red. He pulled up her saree. Her smooth hairless marble like thighs came into view. They were so smooth and sexy. She had a pair of ordinary white panties on. She had ordinary inners on, not some sexy wear like she was intending to seduce anyone. Afterall though very beautiful my sister was just an ordinary faithful housewife not a vamp. He grabbed the waistband of her panties. She held his hand the last bit of her modesty making this token effort. As he expected there wasn’t much resistance as he pulled it off her body. Now her hands sought to hide her most intimate treasure. He pulled her hands away to expose snatch. He was ready to snatch her precious virtue. She had a beautiful pussy with trimmed black hair covering her slit. Her labia itself was shaven clean and the lips were of a darker shade of pink than her the skin of her pubis. The black hair surrounding her fair skin and pussy was very erotic. Her labia were glistening. She too was aroused and her oily secretion was testament to that.

“You fool Sandy, while you are sipping coffee I’m going to sip the nectar your sister is oozing just for me. This would be more intoxicating then anything you drink,” he said to himself as his head moved towards her honey pot.

 

[babasandy]

. A finger slowly entered my Rupali didi,s warm and wet hole. It slid in effortlessly and knowingly on her pussy inner wall moving … probing.

“Aww… Ssss…Vikram…Vikram…” she moaned as his finger touched a spot in her wall. Pleasure shot through her body that she had never felt before. My sister expected his finger to rub and tease her love bud to transport her to the world of sexual pleasure but he had not touched her bud yet but already she was in a rapture that had not known before. There are other zones in a woman’s private part that arouses pleasure and Vikram knows it. With my jiju it had always been only the clitoris. My sister was aware that this teasing of her pleasure spot was making her ooze copiously.

“Ohh … ohh… Oh god .. Ohh…” she mumbled incoherently as waves of electric pleasure washed through her body. Vikram was younger than my jiju… why he was younger than even my sister but he knew so much more about a woman’s body than my jiju did. “Vikram .. ang….babe…aahhh…. darling..Ohhh..,” the words of endearment tumbled out unconsciously. Noo …no … my sister was leaking so much she was going to flow out.

But that didn’t happen. Suddenly his mouth was there, fastened to my sister secret lips. His tongue lapped up what she oozed. Now two of his fingers were in her. Forefinger teasing a spot and the middle finger probing a little further up. My sister body was reacting on its own. Her stomach would tighten then relax then tighten again involuntarily. Her hips pressed upwards pushing her cunt lips tighter into his mouth. There was a constant flow of bliss inside her. Where had all this rapture been all her life? My Rupali didi was kneading her own breasts and oozing milk. Her fingers pinching her swollen nipples her body slightly arching in the middle. Now finally his lips latched on to my sister clitoral hood pulling in and sucking, his tongue probing her nub. She also screamed out of passion.

“OOhhhhhhh……… yes…yes… you’re killing me Vikram….,” Yes I was dying … dying in pleasure.

Her thighs wrapped around his head. She pressed his head down by one hand while she kneaded her breasts with the other. He was slurping in her juices and she had more and more to give him as he drank her pleasure juice. She was getting light headed, her nerves were tingling. She was rapidly approaching an almighty release.

My Rupali didi's thoughts and Vikram’s activity were interrupted by a voice shouting out from below the staircase. “Hey Rupali What is taking you so long? We need the plates?” It was the voice of the fat aunty who sent her here.

She was too far gone to stop now. She told her the truth. “I’m coming in a minute aunty just hold on.”

Taking her signal Vikram started finger fucking and sucking my sister pussy again. He sucked furiously now. My sister's mouth opened gasping like a fish out of water. Her neck tilted backward her iris slid up as eyelids’ half closed. Her body started shuddering as if my sister was naked in a cold room. Lights burst in her brain as waves of immense pleasure wracked her body. She pressed the palm of her hand hard against her mouth from shouting out. The minute she told the aunty was already gone with the continuous shuddering of her body. With her lust sated the sense of the danger she was in came starkly to her. My sister got up off the table and quickly adjusted her saree. She pulled up bra putting her breasts back into the cups and pulled down her blouse. She quickly put back the last two hooks as she walked to where the plates were. Quickly picking up three plates she turned to walk out. My sister saw Vikram still standing with his lund rock hard erect half tilted up to the ceiling. My sister had her release but he was left high and dry. She saw the disappointed look on his face. Luckily he did not try to detain my sister knowing their precarious position. My heart went out to him. Before going out of the door my sister placed the plates on the table and pulled him up to her. Lips were still wet with my secretion. She wiped his lips with hand and gave him a deep kiss. She looked at him and said,” Sorry Vikram, I’ve got to go.”

“Look at this Rupali , you are leaving me like this,” He said referring to his lund.

My Rupali didi took it in her hand for the first time. She had never felt a cock this firm. She pulled his skin up and down a few seconds. “Oh yes,” Vikram moaned in pleasure. On an impulse she bent down and kissed it and then took into in to her mouth and sucked it just three .. four times.

“Just then Aunty bellowed again,” Rupali, are you coming.”

She got up quickly and whispered,” Sorry,” again and taking the plates and opening the door she shouted out,” On the way aunty.” As she practically almost ran downstairs. Only as she was handing over the plates she realised that she had left her panties on the floor upstairs.



Finally, the men decided to finish having their coffee and go back. I wanted to briskly walk back but they were all taking a leisurely stroll. How could they understand my predicament? None of them had a sister as attractive as mine and no virile young and handsome man was trying to seduce them. But I had no choice then to follow at their pace. All the time I was hoping nothing had happened while I was away. I looked at the time, we had been away approximately It 35 minutes and that was 34 minutes too long as far as I was concerned. That was more than enough time to have finished one round of sex. Where could that have happened …if it happened? What was distressful to me was if any of this was true and they had actually made love it would mean that my Rupali didi was a willing participant. That would mean Vikram had won and proved himself to be more of a man than my jiju. He had always had that slightly arrogant look and smile when he looked at or spoke to me. It was as if he was saying look at me, look at my body, this is what your sister desires inside. I’m going to prove that and fuck her and you can’t stop me. Now if he had actually fucked her his look would not just be arrogant, it would be disdainful at me for being a wimp and not being to safeguard my sister’s chastity. When I got back the first thing I did was look for my sister. She was in the hall with some other ladies preparing for the evening ceremony. I looked around to see if Vikram was there but he was nowhere to be seen. At first I was happy at this. Maybe seeing that he was getting nowhere with my sister he decided to give up and spend time with his friends. But this didn’t gel with my assessment of the type of man he was. He was not the type to give up easily. He would try even if there was only a very slight chance of him succeeding. I expect he would continue to try his luck till he and we were here. That being so then why wasn’t he here leering at my Rupali didi. That’s when an alarming thought struck me. What if he wasn’t here because he already had succeeded in seducing my sister and having sex with her. Now that he had achieved his aim he didn’t need to be here all the time anymore? I quickly walked over to where Rupali didi was.

“Ah.. you’re back dear, do you want anything? We are busy preparing for this evening’s event,” my sister said to me with a smile.

I felt like that smile was not like her usual smile. It was a little diffident. Was that the smile of a woman who was feeling guilty? How would a guilty woman react? I didn’t know, I had no experience of that. I saw that her blouse was drenched with sweat more than the others. There was another look on her face that I couldn’t make out. It wasn’t tiredness though there were elements of that. It was something more … a look of contentment? My mind was in a muddle, I didn’t know what to think. There were things I was fearful of contemplating.

“No … nothing. Do you all have a lot more to do?” I asked her.

“We are almost finished .. another half hour or so. Then we can rest a while and get dressed up and ready for the evening,” my sister replied.

“Were you here all the time?” I asked.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“No, I just simply asked,” I said not knowing what else to say. I couldn’t tell her that I wanted to know if she went off to meet Vikram somewhere alone can I.

I walked away with my mind filled with different conflicting thoughts. If it really happened, though I hoped it had not, where could they have possibly met. There were too many people around. Maybe because Vikram had so rattled me that I was over imagining things. But my mind still was seriously wondering where it was possible for secret lovers to meet here, in this situation. I recollected that last time I suspected they may have been together was at the terrace. When I was away would they have taken the opportunity to go there again? I slowly circled around and quietly went up to the terrace. There was no one there and that was not a comfort. So, if they had actually come here than they too would have been alone. It was so open here, I looked around thinking where is possible for two people to remain hidden from view. I saw my niece’s clothes were still drying on the line. My eyes spied on the water tank. This was the only place. I walked towards it not really knowing why or what I expected to find. There was a small nook where two people could stand and can be hidden away from the view of others. I looked inside there again not looking for anything in particular. There was nothing there and nothing to see. Not knowing whether I was feeling relieved or disappointed that I didn’t find anything I was about to turn away when I saw a large stain on the brown wall. It was not white or colourless, rather it was a mix of both. It had almost completely dried but for just a last bit of moistness. A chill went through my heart. I hoped it was phlegm or spit or anything else at all except what I was thinking it could be. It was not something from days ago. It was fresh but from how long ago?

I had to know for sure what it was. But thinking of the only way I could confirm what it was made me want to throw up. I had to touch it, smell it to confirm what I dreaded it was. Seeing the height from which the stain started was also unnerving. It was around the height of where the hip of a man of almost six feet would be, and there was only one man who I could think of who was of that height. I had to do something very humiliating, I had to squat down on my haunches and move my head towards the smear. I had no desire to touch it. The strong smell of a man’s seminal release would confirm what it was. I felt so disgusted that it was like as if I was moving my face towards Vikram’s groin. When my face was about a foot away the smell confirmed it was what I had feared it was. I felt a hollow defeat inside. In my mind I could just see my Rupali didi bent down with her hands on the wall. He would have had her saree pulled over her waist as he pumped his big cock (I knew it was big as I had seen it when he was urinating on the wall) inside my sister’s vagina. What would my sister had felt? Would this experience of having a huge member penetrate her tight pussy been overwhelmingly pleasurable for her? How Vikram would have enjoyed it. In voluntarily tears welled up in my eyes. Has my sister betrayed my jiju… has she cheated on him? Pull yourself together man, I scolded myself. This proved nothing. This ejaculation could have been from anyone, it could have just been from masturbation. This was no reason to doubt my sister’s character. I could be right or I could be totally wrong. Knowing something for certain was in a way easier. You would know what to do, how to deal with it but having this uncertainty was very torturous. I walked back downstairs with unsteady feet, a man not knowing if he had been defeated or not.