Two Sisters – Part 1

“Aahh, faster, faster.”

The ancestral house of Balwant Thakur, the sarpanch of the village was empty. But there were sounds coming from the storeroom. Anupriya’s naked ass was on one of the wheat sacks. Her legs were locked onto the thighs of Dhondu who was showing no mercy as he was pounding her as hard as he can.

“Oh god, 4 days is like 4 years, suck my boobs, drink the milk it’s tough to drain it myself,” Anupriya moaned.

Dhondu immediately started sucking out the warm sweet breast milk. Although, Anupriya’s son Aaditya was weaned off six months ago. She was still secreting milk for Dhondu to feast. she had to drain it during bath if he couldn’t suck it dry.

“What the hell is happening here?”

A voice totally shocked them and drained all the blood from their bodies. It was Anulekha, Anupriya’s nineteen-year-old sister standing in the door of the storeroom. Her eyes were bloodshot in anger. She had come to stay with her sister during the college vacation four days ago.

She never misses going to the Shiva Temple every Friday. Anupriya faked back pain so she decided to go alone. But halfway it started raining so she came back to take an umbrella. She found the house empty and then heard the gutteral moans of her sister coming from the storeroom.

She decided to investigate and got the shock of her life. Her sister, the daughter-in-law of the Sarpanch Balwant Thakur, the most famous person in the nearby 16 villages, was fucking with her lowly servant. Anupriya weakly said her to stop. But by that time, she had already run off from the house.

Anulekha waited for Thakur ji to come back home and then returned. Anupriya silently begged her after dinner to hear her side. But she refused to listen and threatened to expose them which made Anupriya stop it.

Anulekha couldn’t sleep that night. How come her sister who she idolized from her childhood could do this? Mahesh Thakur married her just for her beauty even though their family was dirt poor. Their family is helping her to go to college which would have been an unfulfilled dream otherwise.

Yes, Mahesh ji goes for days regarding their granite business, but that doesn’t mean she should jump at the first cock she finds. That too Dhondu, even his name sounds funny. While her sister looked like a movie heroine and was very popular in her village, he looked like one of the perverts who gets beaten by the hero in the old movies.

What did she really see in him? He was in his mid-40s too. Was she coerced or blackmailed? But the passion she saw in Anupriya made her think otherwise.

The next day during breakfast, she told Thakur ji that she wants to go home. Thakur was surprised but she insisted that she was homesick. Anulekha’s village was even remote than Thakur’s. They had just 2 buses, one in the morning and other in the evening.

The morning one had already left while the evening one is so jam-packed that no woman would travel unless she had no choice. Mahesh had already taken one car while Thakurji needed the other one for the upcoming village inspector meeting.

There was a shortcut between the villages which was accessible by walk or bicycle. So Thakur ordered Dhondu to take her. Anulekha protested but he insisted that it was for her safety. Anulekha wanted to say that Thakur is sending a wolf to protect the sheep.

Despite a protesting Anupriya, Anulekha packed her bag and then sat in the carrier of the bicycle instead of sitting on the handlebar. Dhondu started cycling. Once he reached out of earshot of the house, he began, “Madam ji…”

“Shut up, Dhondu,” interrupted Anulekha, “Don’t think I forgave you. The only reason I didn’t tell Thakur ji was that my sister’s life will be affected. But I won’t leave you. If you ever try to talk now or if you ever touch my sister in the future. I’ll complain to Thakurji that I left suddenly because you touched me inappropriately while I was sleeping. I’m ready to do this for my sister whom you have blackmailed somehow. Stay away from her.”

She had rehearsed this script overnight and wanted to instill fear in him. Dhondu kept quiet and continued cycling. They soon left the village and came into the forest area which is why it was avoided during night times. They came across a small waterfall only ten feet tall which led to a small stream.

The water was just waist-high and they had put big boulders for people to skip and cross. They both got down the bicycle. Dhondu lifted it upon his head and with a swift move, he skipped over the boulders and was at the other end. He put the bicycle down and came to hold her hand to help her cross.

“Get lost, Dhondu,” sneered Anulekha, “Do you think I’m a baby that I can’t cross these stones myself? I’ll never those filthy hands touch me.”

Saying this, she jumped. But her legs slipped on the boulder and fell down in the stream. Her bag also fell in. She got completely drenched and had no choice than to hold Dhondu’s hand to come up. Dhondu went and recovered the luggage bag.

“Are you hurt?” he asked handing over the bag. Anulekha shook her head.

“Do you have any other dress?” He asked and then Anu looked at her chest. The pink salwar kameez was totally sticking to her skin and became transparent showing her black bra prominently.

“Yes, but they are wet too,” she cried.

“Ok then, go behind that tree and use my dhoti like a towel and give your dress. I’ll wash the clothes and it will be dry in an hour. I’ll guard you till that. I promise I won’t try anything else, ” he said.

Anulekha wanted to argue but she found no other choice. So she went behind the large tree. She tied the dhoti around her chest where it covered her sensitive areas. She stripped her dress and gave it to Dhondu. Dhondu insisted to give her bra and panty as well.

So that it won’t look odd with wet underwear making her dress transparent again. Anulekha realized he had a point and removed that and gave him. Dhondu went to the stream and cleaned the dress and put them against the neat stones. He also kept small stones to avoid them from flying away in the wind.

She then saw him come close to the tree. Then he started walking with his eyes closed towards her. Anulekha wanted to protest but realized that she had nowhere to run. Dhondu sat on the floor and asked Anulekha to sit behind him so that he won’t look.

“Look, madam,” he started, “What I’m going to tell you next. I just want you to listen with no interruptions. Once I’m finished, you can do what you want. I’m promising you that I’ll give an excuse for going to Kasi to Thakurji. I’ll never come back if you agree to hear.”

“Also I’m going to tell secrets which are so powerful that I could be killed if they know I told you.”

Anulekha was totally flabbergasted. Was he just bluffing or is it that bad? Anyway, they have to be here for at least an hour. At least let her listen to it. She came and sat behind him so that their backs were almost touching each other. Dhondu began his story.

“My real name is Dharmendra Kumar after that the great actor. But no one calls me that as it’s not a good name for a servant. I lost both my parents by the age of 5 and was sent to my uncle’s home. But he too was very poor. So he ‘sold’ me to be the servant of Thakur ji which was actually a blessing in disguise.

They made me work hard but still treated me very well. Then Balwant ji got married and bhabhiji looked after me like a real brother. Then Mahesh was born and I felt so happy. When I was 25, they found an orphan girl for me to marry. Life was so good. I was the servant while she was the cook. I loved her so much.

But then tragedy struck, my wife died of tuberculosis. Then a few years later, bhabhiji died of cancer. Both of us were so attached to our wives that we didn’t remarry. Balwant was just entering politics. So he hired a nanny to look after Mahesh while he kept himself busy.

Without a mother, Mahesh became more spoiled and Thakur was enabling him. He bought him a motorcycle at the age of 15 and he was showing off to the entire village. One day he fell down and had an accident and was hospitalized for a month. We didn’t think anything serious at that time.

Then Mahesh joined a college in the city. With his money and looks, he was very popular among girls. But one day, he came all the way home crying. Apparently, he was having trouble doing sex. Balwant ji took him to some of the best hospitals all over the country during the college holiday. But they said that the problem can be eased but not cured.

After college, Mahesh’s friend pointed out that there are many granite deposits in our village. So they quietly used their money and clout to buy from clueless villagers and then started quarrying. The money from the granite was so huge that Balwant ji gave their land to lease and started rising up in his political sphere.

Mahesh was constantly traveling to co-ordinate and finalize deals. As he started growing older, the question of marriage kept popping up. Everyone wanted to give their daughter to them. Balwant ji was in a fix. He didn’t want his son’s secret to come out.

So he asked the broker to look out for a conservative girl from a poor family. He was happy to meet your sister as she was very beautiful and your father was drunkard with a land case with his brothers. So he created a story that Mahesh saw your sister while he came to your village and got smitten by her.”

To be continued

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