A Bond Beyond Years – Part 1
The tires screeched hard on the road bringing the car to a sudden halt. The driver side door opened and closed in a quick action. I sprinted to the house, opened and closed the main door in another brisk moment—the locks and latches placed in haste.
I stood there with my back to the door, trying to catch my breath. The world has lost its mind, and I had to get away from it. My breathing calmed down. I left the door, walked slowly to the couch, and slumped down on it. I was lost in a maze of thoughts.
At this point, a little bit of perspective would help.
My name is Shilpa. I am a middle-aged woman who lived a routine life until yesterday. Nothing was exciting to share. But everything changed today, and things will never be the same.
What I unwittingly saw a few minutes back played again in my mind.
As always, I stopped at her place after work. I used my spare key to get inside the house. I walked aimlessly around the living room and the kitchen lost in my phone. I drank some water, and with my eyes glued to the screen, I walked towards the bedroom.
The door was closed, and I did not think too much of it then. It wasn’t locked. I shrugged to myself and opened it. That’s when I saw her… my own sister… on the bed in a very compromised position… with her…
I closed my eyes, trying to block the images flashing in front of them. I did not want to see it. I wanted it to go away.
I wished I had not seen it.
“Has she lost her mind?! How could she do this!!” I asked out loud. My mind was too rattled to give me an answer.
I rejected what I saw. I desperately wished it was all a bad dream. At the same time, there was something else I couldn’t deny. Something else bothered me right from the start.
What I had witnessed aroused me. I was feeling horny. I was ashamed of the fact, but I couldn’t help it. As my mind replayed the scene, my body tingled. Goosebumps ran wild across my skin. I chewed my lips, trying to control them. What was wrong with me!
But it did not help. My body was betraying me. I was fully enjoying the pleasure it felt from what I saw. My nipples were stiff and felt tender. Unsure of what to do, I placed my hands on my neck. But they had a mind of their own.
I slowly dropped my hands down to my breasts and felt them. They felt good. I dropped them down lower until they were over my hips. I felt warm in between my legs. With my hand placed over my groin, I crossed my legs and rubbed over my sweet spot.
I let my head fall back and arched my back slightly. This is so bad! I can’t believe I am doing this. But I couldn’t help relish how good it felt!
My naked sister flashed again in front of my eyes. It’s all her fault. I was fighting the temptation to strip away my clothes and pleasure my body. The clothes make things less interesting.
My body felt flushed with hormones coursing through my veins. It was getting harder by the minute to resist. My fingers played with the edge of my jeans. I unbuttoned it and let the zip slide down. The edges of my panty were visible.
I placed my hands over it as I considered again if I should just give in. They were trembling, and I put my fingers just inside the edge. I think I am going to go in.
Then, the phone rang, jolting me out of it. I regained my sense and quickly buttoned up my jeans. I needed that. I adjusted my dress and took out my phone. I knew who it was.
I looked at the screen and saw the name, ‘Sneha.’ It was her, my sister. I did not want to talk. I placed the phone on the table and tried ignoring it.
But she was persistent. She knew me. She knew if not anything, my curiosity would make me want to talk to her. She knew I would want to know why she did what she did. She knew me well.
“Damn it!” I cursed and answered the phone. I kept quiet and held it close to my ear.
“You don’t want to hear my side of the story?” Sneha’s voice was calm.
“No! I don’t want to hear your excuses!” My voice was angry.
“We both know that’s not true,” she said. “You know you want to know why.”
I bit my lower lip. I knew my curiosity would get me into trouble sooner or later. “Fine! Yes, I want it to make sense! You would, too, if you were in my place!”
“Yes, I would. We both are alike.”
I cringed hearing that. “We are not alike! No matter what, I wouldn’t….” I couldn’t say anymore.
“Wouldn’t what?” She asked.
I felt the anger building up inside me. It has been brewing for some time. It was bubbling up and fighting to come out. And I was losing the patience to hold it back. “No matter what, I wouldn’t jerk off my own son!”
She was quiet.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. “There you go! I said it!”
“No matter what, I wouldn’t strip down and have my son suck at my naked breasts while I jack him off like I am his girlfriend.”
“You are his mother! How could you do something so vile?! You are disgusting!”
“You can’t even control yourself with your own son! You should feel ashamed of yourself!”
I was panting by the time I was done. It felt good getting all the anger out. But now, my mind was back to its senses, and regret took hold. The sudden realization of my harshness hit me.
But I can’t be blamed. For some reason, she decided to get intimate with her own son!
And, I deserve to know why she would do something like that.
To be continued.