Tragedy and poverty doesn't give one much options. Coupled with bad decisions, one is perpetuated into a cycle of misery. That is how my story begins. "Come have your dinner, Tikku," my sister-in-law said. Her voice streamed out from our dark, one room accommodation. Dinner as usual would be served on the floor and we would sit on the mattress which turned into my bed at night. My sister-in-law was a terrific cook and she would religiously make a complete meal with several dishes all made with one communal faucet more than a hundred feet away and a charcoal burning stove. Ashu and my brother, Mohan, had already started eating. We all ate with much relish as it was the only moment during our tiring day that we could get a respite from our harsh conditions. Nothing much was spoken and my brother and I sat quietly as Ashu cleaned up. Mohan stepped out to smoke some cheap Indian tobacco. Only twenty- five years old and ten years elder to me, he seemed much worn down by life.

I don't think I ever remembered seeing him smile. Between puffs he asked, "What you got today?" "Fifty rupees," I replied. "Good," he said. I despised my brother because he treated a loving beautiful wife as a whore. Only a few men were lucky to have a good tempered and caring wife and he threw her out to filthy mean wolves. I could never tell when a "wolf" would make an appearance, but I felt today one of the three sleazy landlords would pay a visit. These brothers were conniving, crooked and cruel. Although barely, we could afford the outrageous rent these brothers charged and still manage. What was Mohan thinking when he allowed his wife to be their whore as payment for rent, taking such a beautiful innocent girl and scarring her for life? His excuse was that he had no choice, being poor and hardly being able to scrap a living. As I lay on my mattress idly watching Ashu tidy up the place, I knew one of the thieves was coming. I could sense the subtle changes. Outside, the sounds of the people settling down for the evening abruptly quieted down. Mohan was puffing on his cigarette slightly quicker.

I myself tried to shrink into the corner of the mattress, not that it would have made any difference. Poor Ashu was the last to sense the impending doom. You could even sense the change in the air as the eldest of the three brothers opened the door and made his presence known. He was the tallest of the three with a perpetual scowl on his face. Whenever he looked at me, I felt guilty for having an existence. Ashu's face went pale and I could see that she was trembling. Just like the heroes in Hindi movies, I would see myself doing some fancy kicking and punching moves to bring that awful man to his knees for repentance. He would beg me for mercy for he had dishonored my sister-in-law. But my fantasy soon ended as he drew the curtain around my brother's and Ashu's mattress bed. I tried to see through the opaque fabric for any glimpse of their activity but, as always, I got to just hear the sounds of their lovemaking. I knew the clothes had come off and my sister-in-law was naked in front of this man. I was familiar with each one of them and what they did to Ashu. Next he would get on top of her and, without a second to waste, would push his hardened pecker into her privates. Ashu tried to never make a sound knowing I was in the room. But at that moment when he pushed himself roughly into her, I always heard a whimper escaping from her pretty mouth.

I imagined my sister-in-law just lying there with her hands to her sides, her face away from him and not reciprocating. As the sounds of his body slapping down on Ashu's flesh intensified, I would sometimes hear the unmistakable moan of pleasure from my sister-in-law. But mostly, I could hear the grunting coming from the thief. I wondered if he grabbed her breasts while he was doing it. Were his balls slapping her buttocks as he penetrated all the way in her? Finally, his snorting was heard, a sure sign that he was about to spill his seed into Ashu's barren womb. I imagined her pussy now soaked with his seed as he pumped every last drop into her. Ashu usually lay naked behind her curtain a long time after the thief put on his clothes and left with that scowl on his face. Later, she would get dressed and finish her chores. Mohan would come later with the breath of cheap whiskey. They wouldn't speak much. "How much for your Bhabi?" other kids would tease me showing me a ten rupee note. They were referring to my sister-in-law as a whore but I would just ignore them. My brother was treated worse. A few days later the middle brother made an appearance. He was the shortest, plump and was very ugly. Although he looked harmless, he was devious as them all. As always, I was lying on my mattress hoping to catch a glimpse through the corners. He started always by making Ashu suck on his penis. I remembered the first three times Ashu whispered, "Sir, please don't make me do that."

He didn't care. The thief would say rather forcefully, "Put it in your mouth, you whore. Suck on it all the way." In our culture only a whore would take a man's penis into their mouth. It would be unthinkable for Ashu to have done that to my brother and here she was forced to do it with another man. She no longer begged him. She dutifully sucked his penis after having removed her clothes for his pleasure. She must be a quick learner because the thief would compliment her on her cock sucking skills between moans and grunts of evident pleasure. "Keep playing with them," he would say. I imagined Ashu fondling his sizeable testicles while she sucked him. He would also say, "Put your finger in deeper." I knew Ashu would also insert her finger up his filthy bung hole. I was perplexed as to why she did these extra favors when it wasn't necessary and when she was reluctant to do it in the first place. When the thief ejaculated, Ashu would swallow it all. He would commend her, "Good, you took it all in." The thief recovered pretty fast. He would next take the pleasure of her pussy. From what I could tell, he would be on top of her just like his elder brother. I wondered how my sister-in-law could bear the ugly face of the middle brother inches from her face or even the angry face of the eldest brother.

Did they plant kisses on her face and lips? It seemed that the middle brother may have. I could hear that distinct sound sometimes from him. Did Ashu feel any revulsion or did she even reciprocate? This thief took longer in fucking my sister-in-law. It was probably because he already spilled his seed once. The thumping was louder as he was heavier. There were times when their bodies were soaked in sweat and I could hear that slapping of wet flesh as he kept ramming into her once private pussy. It excited me when I heard her moan in pleasure. I'm sure my brother would have never guessed that she was enjoying this. Maybe she just got used to it and became a slut. No matter what, I was intrigued and wanted to see my sister-in-law being fucked. After the middle brother deposited his seed, Ashu laid down for a long time. He had long gone but she just stayed behind her curtain, probably caressing herself from the afterglow of a good long fuck. I knew she was naked just a few feet from me, her pussy a sticky mess from his seed.

Our financial status would not have allowed Mohan to have gotten such a pretty wife as money and the quality of the bride was highly correlated in our society. But life had its twists and turns on Ashu who was diagnosed in her youth with a sickness that left her unable to conceive. Under normal circumstances, Ashu would have had suitors lining up at her door from well established families. Instead, her father had to give a more than necessary inducement and offer his daughter to the lower echelon of society for marriage. It was strange that these three brothers never came on the same day. It was like they had a calendar and each reserved their days with Ashu. I feared the youngest brother because he was the only one that even acknowledged my existence. I considered him the most dangerous, but he also gave me that one special time that never repeated itself. It seemed that Ashu was unhappy on what occurred and the thief never again took such liberties. Was it possible that these criminal minds could be under the spell of this little poor housewife? "You are always listening and wanting to see your sister-in-law enjoying herself. Does your big brother know?" the youngest brother said. I didn't know what to answer, so he continued, "Did you know that your sister-in-law is very good in bed? If she sold herself she could be rich beyond her dreams."

I tried to avoid looking at Ashu who was standing in the corner waiting to make love to this man. "Maybe today you can see for yourself," he said as he drew the curtain around himself and my sister-in-law. I could tell that Ashu was removing her clothes but not the youngest brother. My ears have been well attuned to differentiate the various sounds. I saw a hand on the edge of the curtain and, with one swift stroke, it was pulled aside to reveal what was hidden to me all this time. I couldn't tell whether Ashu expected this or not. She was on her knees facing the thief when her nudity was revealed to me. She immediately grabbed a sheet to cover herself, but the image of her breasts and her flesh forever burnt itself in my memory. "Stand up and take away that sheet," he commanded Ashu. She obeyed without hesitation. I saw for the first time how beautiful a woman's body can be especially when they are young and well proportioned. I stood there in awe with a raging hard-on. She avoided eye contact. "Turn around and show him your backside," the thief said. When I saw her smooth and soft cheeks, I wanted to kneel down and worship it.

The thief had read my mind. "Go ahead and touch it," he said. Touching the forbidden flesh of her delicious behind caused the sudden surge of an eruption in my balls that ripped through the insides of my penis and spurted out globs and globs of semen throughout the confines of my underwear.