Hey friends, I’m Anoop, and today I’m going to share a story about my elder sister Alka that blew my mind and left me reeling. Alka is seven years older than me, a married woman with two daughters, living what seemed like a perfect life—husband, kids, in-laws, the whole package. But what I witnessed in our small village shook me to my core and revealed a side of her I never imagined.
It was a hot summer in our village, and our house was buzzing with a big family function. Relatives filled every corner, laughter echoed through the rooms, and the air was thick with the smell of spices and festivity. Alka’s husband and their two daughters were there too, blending into the chaos. After the function ended, everyone left, but Alka stayed back for a week. During her stay, she fell ill, and my mom took her to the local hospital, where Dr. Sharma ran his clinic. Dr. Sharma was well-known in the village, not just for his medical skills but for the whispers about his affairs, especially with my aunt Varsha. I’d seen Varsha sneak into his clinic multiple times, and the gossip about their steamy encounters was no secret. At around 40, Dr. Sharma had a reputation as the village’s charming playboy.
One afternoon, I was walking back from college under the scorching sun. The dusty streets were quiet, and I spotted Alka heading toward Dr. Sharma’s clinic. She wore a tight blue saree that hugged her curves, her fair skin glowing in the sunlight. Something felt off—Mom had already taken her to the hospital, so why was she going again? Curiosity got the better of me. I reached home, freshened up, and decided to check it out. When I arrived at the clinic, Alka’s turn had come, and she went inside. The waiting area was empty, and Dr. Sharma locked the door behind her. My gut told me something was up. I crept to the window facing our house, its glass slightly foggy but clear enough to see inside.
Alka was sitting on a chair, her saree slightly hiked up, revealing a glimpse of her thigh. Dr. Sharma stood in front of her, flashing a sly smile. Their conversation started casually but quickly turned charged.
Dr. Sharma: How you doing, Alka?
Alka: I’m doing just fine, doc. How about you?
Dr. Sharma: Oh, I’m good. How’s your aunt Varsha holding up?
Alka: She’s doing great. Tell me about your wife and kids, how are they?
Dr. Sharma: They’re all good. My wife’s in Kolhapur, though.
Alka: Wait, so they don’t live here?
Dr. Sharma: My son’s studying engineering in Kolhapur, and my daughter’s prepping for medical school. They stay with her.
Alka: So, you’re all alone here?
Dr. Sharma: Yeah, what choice do I have? Anyway, enough about me. How’s your married life going? You happy out there?
Alka: Oh, I’m happy… but, you know, sometimes there’s no other way.
Dr. Sharma gave her a piercing look, his lips curling into a grin. Alka matched his gaze with a teasing smile. He leaned closer and asked, “So, what’s bothering you today?” Alka ran her hand along her lower back, lifting her saree slightly to show the curve of her ass. “It’s my lower back,” she said. “Hurts like hell, from here all the way down.” Her fingers traced down to her hips, and I caught a glimpse of her smooth, round ass. My jaw dropped—she was so bold, so shameless.
Dr. Sharma smirked, his eyes glued to her curves. “Alright, no big deal. It’s just surface pain, I’ll fix it. Got anyone to massage that spot for you?”
Alka’s voice turned playful. “Nope, no one here. My husband’s gone back home.” She shot him a flirty glance, and he returned a knowing smile. “No worries,” he said. “I’ll give you an injection. Where do you want it?”
Alka didn’t miss a beat. “Well, it’s my hips that hurt, so stick it there. That’ll work, right?”
Dr. Sharma chuckled. “Oh, it’ll work. Go lie on that table.”
Alka walked to the examination table but paused. “This thing’s too high. I can’t climb it. How about I just stand for the shot?”
Dr. Sharma nodded. “Fine by me. But what about this saree?”
Alka grinned, not a hint of hesitation. “Don’t worry, doc. I’ll lift it up.” She grabbed the hem of her saree and slowly pulled it up, revealing her creamy thighs and then her perfect, round ass. Her tight panties barely covered her, the fabric digging into her ass crack, outlining her pussy. I was frozen at the window, my cock stirring in my pants. Dr. Sharma’s eyes widened, and he stared, practically drooling.
He adjusted his bulge in his pants and grabbed a syringe from the table. Moving behind her, he wiped her ass with a cotton swab, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. He gave the injection, then started rubbing the spot with the swab, his other hand gripping her ass firmly. Alka’s breathing got heavier, her body trembling slightly.
Dr. Sharma said, “Injection’s done, but this pain’s gonna linger. You need a good massage here.”
Alka turned her head, her voice dripping with suggestion. “But who’s gonna massage my ass? Please, doc, you do it.”
He laughed softly. “Alright, but it’ll take time.”
Alka’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “No problem. I’ll lock the door so no one bothers us. Just keep rubbing my ass.” She walked to the door, bolted it, and returned to the table, bending over in a perfect doggy-style position. Her saree was still hiked up, her panties stretched tight across her pussy, the outline glistening with her arousal.
Dr. Sharma stepped closer, placing both hands on her ass. He kneaded her flesh slowly, his fingers inching toward her pussy. Alka moaned softly, then asked, “So, how do you manage without your wife around?”
He smirked. “It’s not what you think.”
Alka laughed. “Oh, I know all about you and my aunt Varsha.”
Dr. Sharma didn’t flinch. “If you know so much, why ask?”
Alka teased, “Just wanted to know if it’s only Varsha or if there are others.”
He grinned, his hands still working her ass. “Oh, there are others. I love fucking village women. So, Alka, you used to love a good fuck back in the day, didn’t you?”
Alka didn’t hesitate. “Used to? I still fucking love it.”
Dr. Sharma’s eyes lit up. “Well, damn. Does your husband keep that pussy satisfied, or are you still playing around?”
Alka’s voice was bold. “Since you’re being straight, I’ll be real too. My husband fucks me maybe two or three times a week, and he’s done in minutes. But me? I need to get fucked every damn day, two or three times.”
Dr. Sharma’s jaw dropped. “Every day? So, you got a few boyfriends on the side?” He was now pressed against her, his hand sliding between her thighs, brushing her pussy.
Alka moaned softly. “Yeah, four guys. Two are my husband’s friends, one’s a neighbor kid, and one’s my little brother-in-law.”
I was stunned, my head spinning. My sister, the perfect wife and mother, was this wild? My cock was rock-hard, betraying my shock.
Dr. Sharma chuckled. “Damn, Alka, you’re something else. Remember your 12th-grade days?”
Alka’s voice turned sultry. “You mean school, or the fun we had together?”
He grinned. “Our fun.”
Alka purred, “How could I forget? You fucked me better than my boyfriend ever did.”
Dr. Sharma leaned closer. “So, what do you say? Ready for another round?”
Alka laughed. “I’ve been flashing my ass at you this whole time, and you’re still playing doctor?”
That was it. Dr. Sharma grabbed her from behind, his lips crashing onto her neck. Alka melted into him, kissing him back hungrily, their tongues tangling. He yanked down his pants, his thick cock springing free. Alka gasped, “Don’t you hold that cock. Let me.” She grabbed it, stroking it firmly, her fingers sliding over its length. “You squeeze my tits. It’s been seven or eight days since I got fucked, and I’m dying for it.”
Dr. Sharma tore open her blouse, revealing her bare, heavy tits. Her nipples were hard, begging to be touched. He sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, while Alka moaned louder, “Oh, fuck… suck harder… my pussy’s on fire.” She kept jerking his cock, her other hand pressing his head into her chest. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate.
After a few minutes, he spun her around. Alka slid her panties down to her knees, bent over the table, and spread her legs. Her pussy was dripping, glistening under the clinic’s dim light. Dr. Sharma rubbed his cock against her wet slit, teasing her. “You want this cock, don’t you?” he growled.
“Fuck yes,” Alka hissed. “Shove it in.” He thrust hard, his cock sinking deep into her pussy. Alka let out a sharp moan, her body shuddering with pleasure. He started pounding her, each thrust making her ass jiggle. Her tits bounced wildly, slapping against the table. “Oh, fuck… harder, doc… tear my pussy apart… your cock’s so fucking thick,” she gasped.
Just then, her phone rang. Dr. Sharma froze, pulling out. Alka groaned, “Just one sec.” She grabbed the phone and answered, “Hello? Yeah, what’s up?” It was her husband. She walked back to the doctor, grabbed his cock, and guided it back into her pussy, motioning for him to keep fucking her. He obliged, slamming into her harder. Alka kept her voice steady on the phone. “Nothing much, honey. My back’s killing me, so I’m at the doctor’s. He’s giving me a shot. I’ll call you later.”
She hung up and laughed. “You’re fucking amazing, doc. Screwing my pussy while I’m on the phone with my husband.”
Dr. Sharma grinned. “You’re the real slut here, taking my cock while sweet-talking him.”
Alka smirked. “I’m used to it. I don’t care whose cock it is or who’s calling. I just need to get fucked.”
They went at it harder, the room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of her pussy getting pounded. Alka’s moans grew louder, “Oh, shit… deeper… fill my pussy up!” Dr. Sharma slapped her ass, then slipped a finger into her tight asshole. Alka gasped, “Oh, fuck… my ass… keep going!” Her body trembled, her pussy clenching around his cock. After fifteen minutes of relentless fucking, Dr. Sharma groaned, unloading a hot stream of cum deep inside her. Alka moaned, “Fuck, your cum’s so hot… it’s been years since I felt it in my pussy.”
Panting, Dr. Sharma said, “Come back every night while you’re here. We’ll fuck like this daily.”
Alka grinned. “Oh, I will. But only at night, so we can fuck without interruptions. Want me to bring Varsha next time?”
Dr. Sharma burst out laughing. “No need for her yet. She’ll come crawling for my cock soon enough. But there’s something you don’t know.”
Alka’s eyes widened. “What? Spill it!”
He smirked. “Your ass is just like your mom’s. She loves getting fucked by me too.”
My heart stopped. My mom? Was he serious? Alka gasped, “No way! Since when? How’d you seduce her?”
Dr. Sharma leaned back. “Two years now. When your dad was sick, I took care of your mom’s pussy. She’s as big a slut as you are.”
I couldn’t believe it. My sister, my mom—both with this guy? My head was spinning as I slipped away from the window and ran home. Lying on my bed, I replayed Alka’s moans, her bouncing tits, and the doctor’s filthy words. The village, the clinic, the secrets—it was all too much. My sister’s dirty deeds and the truth about my mom haunted me, but my cock was still hard, betraying my shock.
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