Author’s Note: Since Chapter 2 is so long it had to be split up into 2 parts. This continues right from where Part 1 left off.
It was 10: 30 at night and everyone had gathered in the sitting room watching television. Rishik was leaning forward in his favorite armchair carrying on a conversation with Mira. He wore a pair of shorts with his t-shirt unbuttoned, baring his large, sweaty chest to his sister-in-law’s starved eyes. Yes, Mira was attracted to this beast of a man. Though she hadn’t yet admitted it to her self this was apparent in the way she would let her gaze wander all over his body, lingering on his naked chest, huge arms, and strong legs. Vick could feel the sexual electricity in their looks and gestures saturate the room. It was almost palpable.
He was squeezed together on the sofa with Sonia and his two cousins. As for Lara, she was sitting alone in the adjacent dining-room reading a fashion magazine. They had been talking about the latest movies; Vick, however, was too absorbed in staring at his mother sitting on the smaller sofa next to Mira.
Mala was lost in her own thoughts and kept her unblinking eyes on the carpet. There a brief instant when she had looked up and gazed about the room. When her eyes fell on Vickram’s they stared at each other for a long moment. Both of their faces were mournful and it was as if they communicated their thoughts without speaking. Mala gathered from her son’s eyes that he knew of his father’s vile motives with her sister. Vickram flashed her a tiny smile and shook his head: it was a gesture of reassurance.
Mala slowly smiled and nodded. Hope and courage filled her heart and for now she lost her melancholy air.
“Alright!” Mr. Dutt stated in his deep voice. “Time for bed.”
The declaration drew groans from the children.
“Come on, Dad!” Sonia pleaded. “One hour more, please!”
“No,” Rishik replied. “Everyone to bed!” There was a strange thrill in his voice. He spoke quickly and with a look of eager anticipation.
“10:30?” Vinod mumbled as he followed his sister and Sonia up the stairs. “This sucks yo.”
Vick stood in the sitting-room for a moment. What’s he up to? he pondered. Scrutinizing his father, Vick was stunned to find that the man had a raging hard on. It was barely perceptible because Rishik was wearing a pair of black shorts, but the stiff contours of his penis could be seen straining against it.
So, he thought with resentment, Dad’s planning to do something with Aunt Mira tonight. He looked towards his mother, who was staring back at him. Mala could read in her son’s eyes that he knew all about his father’s wicked intentions.
Vick joined the other children climbing the stairs in single file with their heads down.
Once on the second floor Lara headed to her room down the left end of the dark hallway without saying a word.
“What’s her problem?” asked Rani. She detested Lara’s superior, smug attitude.
“She’s always like that,” replied Sonia.
“Well,” said Vick, “guess I’m going to sleep.” He was about to head down the hall but was pulled back by the sleeve.
“Where are you going?” asked Sonia, spinning her brother around.
“I told you: sleep,” answered Vick. He stared down at his sister with a tired, miserable face.
“But it’s only 10:30,” argued Sonia. “And I got something to show you.”
“What?” asked Vin curiously. The four of them now stood in a small circle in the lightless hall.
“Something special,” said Rani, putting a finger to her dark lips.
“You know?” Vin asked his sister with an expression of surprise. “Is this the secret you two were talkin’ ’bout earlier?”
“Yep,” answered his sister.
“But,” added Sonia, “we’ll only show you two if you promise not go to bed.”
“Hell, anything to sleep late,” said Vinod with a grin.
“Well, Brother?” asked Sonia. “What do you say?”
Vickram looked at his smiling sister long and hard. He then moved his eyes to Rani: she winked at him. Vick quickly looked away and his eyes landed on Vinod.
“Come on!” Vin pleaded. “If you go to sleep then I’ll have to go to sleep.”
Taking a deep breath, Vick answered, “Okay….”
The two girls grabbed their brothers’ hands and pulled them down the right end of the hallway into Sonia’s room. Vickram was about to flick on the light but Sonia slapped his hand away from the switch.
“Mom and Dad can’t know we’re all in here!” she whispered.
“Now what?” asked Vin. He stared from his sister to Sonia to Vick.
“Now we wait,” replied Sonia.
A few minutes passed by in the dark, silent room. Vick felt awkward standing so close to his sister. Ever since they had arrived in the room she had been throwing him mischievous smiles and stroking his arm. He turned to his right and saw that Rani was doing the same with Vin.
Suddenly, they heard a door open in the adjacent room. Sonia moved into the small closet and dropped to the floor, putting her eye to the hole in the wall. She beckoned to the others as Vickram, Rani and Vin all went into the little closet and bent down on their knees.
“What the hell’s going on?” asked Vin.
“Shhhh! No one speak,” Sonia whispered.
Every few seconds they would trade places so someone else had the chance to peer through the hole.
Mr. Dutt walked into his room and turned on the light; behind him came Mira.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” asked a timid Mrs. Lall, staring at her brother-in-law. “And where is Mala?”
Rishik held her hand and conveyed her towards the king-sized bed. “Please sit down.” Mira glanced around anxiously.
“Please sit down, Sister,” said Rishik, patting the red satin bed-covers.
Mira sat down on the bed a foot away from her brother-in-law, but he closed the distance by shifting over. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Rishik looked at Mira with a concerned face.
“W-where is M-Mala?” she asked again.
“I told her to take a late stroll,” answered Rishik. “You see, we’re both worried about you and your dear sister insisted that I have this conversation with you.”
“W-worried?” asked Mrs. Lall. “W-why?” She was blushing and stuttering from being so close to her handsome brother-in-law. Mr. Dutt’s shirt was still unbuttoned, exposing his naked chest.
“Because of your problem,” replied Rishik. He squeezed her shoulder gently. “You’ve been so alone these past fifteen years. Both Mala and I think so.”
“A-alone?” asked Mira, her face staring up into his with a dazed expression. “I-I’m not alone: I have Rani and Vinod.”
“We don’t mean alone in that way,” said Rishik.
“T-then what?” mumbled Mrs. Lall.
Mr. Dutt moved his hand behind Mira’s back and began to rub it with the tips of his fingers. Mira squirmed under the electric touch. “We mean alone…physically.”
“Ph-physically?” Mira stuttered, her eyes opening wide. She shifted over on the bed till there was no more room—but Mr. Dutt shifted with her. His hand continued to rub her back.
“Yes, physically,” echoed Mr. Dutt. “You haven’t been with a man since Rohit passed away, have you?”
“O-of course not!” Mrs. Lall exclaimed with indignation.
Mr. Dutt’s hand moved to his sister-in-law’s thighs and began rubbing the brown flesh just above the knees. Mira’s eyes dropped to where his hand was caressing her and then back up to his face. She swallowed.
“Mala is worried that you’re not being satisfied…sexually….”
Rishik slid his large hand over Mira’s rich brown skin, intentionally rolling the tan shorts higher and higher up her thighs. “You’re sister is worried about you and as your brother so am I.” Mira glanced at her brother with a pained face. “Ask your sister the next time you’re together,” continued Mr. Dutt, “ask her if she could go fifteen years without sex. She’d tell you the truth: no woman could.”
“Brother…?” asked Mira, not really framing a question.
Mr. Dutt now squeezed Mira’s warm thigh with his thick fingers. “And I wouldn’t expect her to go on the rest of her days without a lover.”
“Wh-what are you suggesting?” asked Mira. Her lips were trembling: she knew exactly what he was suggesting.
“Mala’s told me everything you’ve confided to her,” Mr. Dutt ignored her question. “About how lonely you’ve been; how you missed sex; how you masturbate because of the frustration. We know it’s hard to be an Indian widow because taking another lover is forbidden. But no one has to know…” Mrs. Lall’s eyes were wide with shock. “We only want to help because we love you.”
Rishik’s hand moved to grope the sphere of his sister-in-law’s right breast through her white tube-top; he leaned in and kissed her.
“I’m going to kill that fucking bastard!” Vinod rasped, his trembling voice just above a whisper.
The four children had been spying the entire scene between Rishik and Mira. Throughout, Vin’s fury had been boiling, and when he saw his uncle groping his mother and kissing her he lost all control.
“I’m going to kill that fucking bastard!” repeated a mad Vinod, his fingers clenched into a shaking fist. He attempted to storm out the closet but was pulled back by Vickram, who held him firmly by the arm.
“Don’t!” pleaded his somber-faced cousin.
“You can’t!” said Rani, stepping in front of her brother and placing her hands on his shoulders. Sonia held his wrist and implored him not to go.
“Why the hell not!” asked Vin, trembling with fury.
“Because,” answered Vick, “my dad will be furious if you barge in there. You don’t know him, Vin, but he’s got an insane temper. And you can’t beat him. Trust me; the guy’s crazy, and you don’t want to get in his way.”
Vinod was about to roar in anger but Rani pressed her hand over his mouth. “Please, Brother,” she pleaded, “calm down.”
“She’s right,” added Vick.
“Are you all fucking blind?” the incredulous Vin retorted. “Don’t you see what he’s doing to my mom? How would you feel?”
“How would I feel?” hissed Vickram, thrusting his enraged face down at his cousin. “My dad’s seducing another woman right in front of my eyes—in my mother’s own house! Don’t you think my mom’s going to be hurt? Don’t you think she’d feel bad if she knew about this? Huh?”
After taking a deep breath, Vinod seemed to calm down. “Sorry,” he muttered.
All four crept back into the closet and continued to watch, with Vinod mumbling filthy curses at his uncle every few seconds.
Mrs. Lall’s body was twisted to the side as her brother-in-law continued kissing her and fondling her breast. Though she knew this was morally wrong, there was a big part of her that wanted this. It was the animal inside of her, the lustful beast that craved sex and satisfaction and a man’s pulsing cock. If she was finally getting what she wanted after fifteen long years then why fight it?
But the moral quandary…after all: this was her sister’s husband. But he was also undeniably handsome. She had always been attracted to him, and never more so than today.
Mr. Dutt’s giant hand rotated her tit in circles while his thick, hungry lips mashed against hers over and over. Mira whimpered into his mouth as Rishik’s arm reached behind her and supported her back just above the hips, preventing her from sliding off the bed. Suddenly he pulled her body to him so that her soft left breast crushed up against his shoulder. Rishik’s fat, dripping tongue slid out and slowly licked up his sister-in-law’s throat; it brushed up her chin, swirled around her dark red lips, and then pushed itself into her mouth.
Mrs. Lall groaned at the dirtiness of it all. She titled her head back and closed her eyes, the track of saliva on her brown throat glistening under the lights. With one arm supporting Mira’s back and another hand squeezing her tit, Mr. Dutt continued kissing his wife’s sister while his tongue searched the walls of her mouth. Spit dribbled out the corners of Mira’s lips, running down her chin as her brother-in-law renewed the play on her tiny mouth.
“Stand up off the bed,” Rishik ordered Mira. She complied and stood in front of him. “Now take off your top.”
Mrs. Lall looked down at her brother-in-law with a quivering lip.
“I told you to take it off,” Rishik spoke up.
Hesitantly, Mrs. Lall grabbed the bottom of her white tube-top and began pulling it up her chest. Mr. Dutt licked his lips; his lustful eyes bulged as little by little his sister-in-law’s honey-brown flesh came into view. He drank in the gentle curve of her waist and her perfect, flat stomach, and grinned when seeing her white brazier.
Soon Mira Lall stood clad in only her bra and tan shorts. Her luscious brown breasts, packed tightly in their white brazier, were heaving as she stared down at her brother-in-law.
Rishik reached forward and placed his hands on either side of Mira’s hips, feeling her tremble at his touch. Suddenly, he pulled her to him so that his nose was pressed into his sister-in-law’s stomach.
“Ahhhh!” Mira yelped in surprise; she could feel her brother-in-law’s nose brush up and down her midriff.
Then Rishik began licking her lush skin, his juicy tongue darting all over her smooth, caramel-coloured abdomen and swirling around her belly-button before pushing inside.
“Ohhhhh….” squealed Mira, arching her back and gripping her brother-in-law’s shoulders. “Ohhhhh, Brother!”
After a minute’s licking Rishik leaned back on the bed and examined his work: much of his sister-in-law’s stomach was sparkling lewdly with his saliva, a rim of thick, gooey spit surrounding her belly-button.
“Now for these shorts,” said Rishik. “Take them off.”
“But…” Mira protested.
All he had to do was look at her with that handsome face.
She unhooked the button and slid the zipper down. Then with a sexy though unintended wiggle of her hips, Mira pulled her shorts down her long legs and stepped out of them. Soon she stood blushing in only her white undergarments.
Mira’s arms were folded under her breasts in a vain effort to cover her body; however, this just made her breasts bulge forth even more.
“Oh fuck…” muttered Mr. Dutt as his licentious eyes wandered over every inch of his almost-naked sister-in-law.
Rishik’s hands snuck behind Mira’s back; his fingers spread out, gripped her firm buttocks, and squeezed. He could feel the soft, full cheeks of Mira’s ass compress under his thick fingers.
“B-brother!” whimpered Mrs. Lall as Rishik gripped her derriere even harder. “This–this is so wrong!”
Then, pulling her body to him again, Mr. Dutt nestled his face between Mira’s crotch and started licking her cotton panties, slowly dragging his tongue up and down the thin white garment.
“Oohhhhhhhhh Brother!” moaned Mrs. Lall, her face contorting with surprise. She didn’t even try to push Rishik away as he held onto her buttocks and continued to lick her panties. Mira’s back was arched sharply, her crotch thrust into her brother-in-law’s face. The white cotton fabric was pushing hard into Mr. Dutt’s nose and he could smell the tangy scent of his sister-in-law’s cunt drifting into his nostrils.
Rishik inhaled deeply and said, “Your pussy smells delicious, Sister.”
“D-don’t say that!” replied a revolted Mrs. Lall. “It-it’s so dirty!
By the time Rishik…