As we all sat around the table, her brother came up behind her and grabbed her tits. As if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Fair warning – you’ve probably heard about my family before. My little brother Vir Khanna told me that he used to post about us a couple years ago. About how we whip and lash our house women into complete obedience.
I’m probably not as good a writer as he is, but I’m here to share more depraved stories from the city of Delhi, often endearingly called the rape capital of the world. I’ve lived here my whole life, and still, from time to time, I’m stumped by the deviants rampant in the city. There’s a collective but silent acknowledgement that our systems run solely on abuse and exploitation. And I fucking love that.
Let me reintroduce myself. I’m Karan, and I come from a rich family in Delhi. At 26, I don’t really need a job, so I’m managing one of my dad’s businesses. With an 8.5 inch thick cock, I’ve managed to impress not only the elite women of the city but also most of my friends. I don’t fuck as much as I used to when I was a randy teen, but that doesn’t mean I’m celibate now. I’m just more choosy, and I prefer dating slowly.
Also, ever since I began working with my own hands at a real place of business, I’ve become more comfortable around the poor. They’re… not so bad! They have their own share of studs and holes. The women are too shy and whiny, but the men. Lol. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve dipped my cookie in their milk many times since I started hanging around them. There’s probably no one left in my office who hasn’t at least seen or sucked my meat.
My personal peon at the office, Bhim, came into my office as I was getting redressed, and said,
“Sir! That girl from my colony who wanted a job, she’s here! Please meet her sir, she’s waiting for a long time sir…,” he begged.
I turned around and stared at him from his feet to his crotch, all the while pulling my briefs down again. He understood what I wanted, and got on his knees.
***
After I unloaded in his throat, I met the girl. She was very shy and very quiet, only nodding away to most questions I threw her way. I called Bhim to the room to show him how incompetent his friend was, but he began begging again. “Sir, her family is very bad… She ran away… She needs money…” Blah blah blah.
I shooed him off and told the girl to take some money and return back to her family, but unfortunately I couldn’t hire her for anything. At that point, she started wailing. I had to get up to console her, and she told me her story. I didn’t pay attention to the most part but kept insisting she return to her family. “They will always take care of you, trust me, nothing is as important as your family.”
She finally relented. I gave her some money, but as a certified pervert I pushed it down her bra. She then invited me to her house, to thank me for reuniting her with her family. I agreed, thinking at least I’ll get some pussy. Boy was I wrong.
***
7:30pm on a Saturday evening. I didn’t expect to be in a middle class apartment in Vasant Kunj, having dinner with a troubled girl and her parents. I barely knew any of them, so I was just tossing around food on the plate. And then, a stud entered.
You could smell him from a mile away. His sweat immediately filled everyone’s nostrils as my date’s older brother entered the dining room. He was in a v neck tank top and tiny running shorts, his muscles bulging and glistening with sheen, probably from an intense workout. He didn’t say a word but his presence was felt.
He walked up behind his sister and began ruffling her hair. Normal, right? The next thing he does it grab her tits. I choke a little on my food. His mom is right there!
I look to her. Surely, she would object. She’s busy shoveling food in her mouth. The dad notices a little, but pretends not to and turns his head towards me. Now we’re both staring at each other while actively trying to ignore moans from his daughter, who’s getting her nipples twisted by her brother.
“Hah. Who’s this mummy?,” he finally utters.
“Oh! You’re back from the gym. Meet Karan, he’s a very nice man, he owns the…,” the mom finally acknowledges her son’s presence and drones on about me. I’m more focused on the stud’s hands. They’ve gone lower now – he’s crouching and trying to (it appears) tickle his sister on her abdomen. At this point I’m confused – is this playful roughhousing between siblings, or is it sexually charged?
Things become clearer as I notice him stand up and adjust his erection in his shorts. “Uhm,” he clears his throat, “I’m going to shower before joining for dinner. Sonia, get me a towel from the terrace,” he ordered his sister.
***
After she left, the parents started interviewing me. They asked polite but boring questions. I stayed as patient as I could, but at one point I realized that Sonia was taking too long to return from her chore. So I casually asked her parents,
“Where’s Sonia?”
“This is why she ran away. She complains about her brother but she’s always stuck to him. I don’t kn-“, her mom was interrupted by her dad, who perhaps kicked her under the table.
“Oh nothing, I’m sure she’s just finding the towel,” the dad tried to cover up. Then, whispering to his wife, he cruelly said, “Shut your mouth or I’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Don’t stop on my account. Do what you do normally do in your house,” I offered.
They both smiled at me like morons. And then we heard the unmistakeable sounds of rough sex.
Curious, I was about to get up from the table to check out what was happening in the bedroom behind us. I could also justify my decision because I had dirty dishes to put in the sink. Immediately, the mom panicked and shouted,
“Karan son, please sit, I’ll take your plates!! Don’t worry you’re a guest.”
Meanwhile, the dad put his hands on mine and asked if I’d like a Scotch now.
I couldn’t reasonably get up anymore without coming across as rude. The noises got louder.
“What’s happening there? Is there someone else in the house?” I finally asked.
“No it’s just…”, the dad laughed, “boys being boys.”
Huh. The dad just implied his son was masturbating in the room.
“Yes but this much noise? Has he always been like this?”
“Oh yeah, since he was a teen,” added the mom as she served us whiskey.
***
About half an hour later, both brother and sister emerge from the room. The house isn’t too big, so there’s nowhere to hide. They enter the dining area together, as the stud spanks his sister from behind. She’s in the same clothes she wore to dinner, but he’s now just in his boxers. Barefoot, he plops down on the sofa next to his dad and I. A minute later,
“So, what brings you to our house?”
“I met your sister for an interview at our company…”
“What? This bitch wanted to work? Really…,” he said, crossing his legs. His feet were gorgeous.
“She did. But the interview was so bad, I decided I’d just fuck her without hiring her,” I joked.
“Huh. You’re lucky she’s easy,” he replied dryly.
“I see that. I mean it’s pretty obvious,” I said, pointing to the bedroom door.
“Oh yeah? You heard?”
“Your parents think you were jerking off. Don’t they know?,” I finally asked.
“Please. They know very well what’s going on.”
“Then why do they pretend to ignore it?”
He shrugs. I shrug. We don’t understand the rules. We just fuck the holes.
We both clinked our glasses when we were nearing the end of our whiskeys. The parents had quietly exited to their bedroom and left us boys to drink.
“You wanna tag team her tonight?,” he asked me.
I nodded and pulled my pants down to get myself hard, hoping he’d follow suit. Instead, he got up and walked over to his sister in the kitchen. He grabbed her hair from behind and began dry humping her. She was clearly in pain, yelling at him to leave her. But he was drunk and hard and not in a position to be told no.
At this point, the dad re-emerged from the bedroom. He was in his underwear, his flaccid penis and balls looking fat and heavy. He looked at his kids and said just one thing. “Keep it down, will you?”
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