I have been a long-time reader of ISS and finally writing my first story here. I hope you all will like it. All suggestions are welcome in the comments.
Before we get to the story, a little about myself. I am Avinash, a 31-year-old man from Kolkata, unmarried. I am 6 feet tall, big and burly with broad shoulders. I am a day trader by passion and I have investments in several business enterprises run by my extended family in different places. I live with my retired mother who runs a non-profit and keeps occupied with her philanthropic activities most of the time. I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time because I feel love and relationships are not for me. I have had some friends with benefits over the years to take care of my physical needs.
Now, let’s talk about the star of our story, Snigdha. She was the daughter of a distant cousin of mine, my niece. The last time I saw her was half a decade back at some family wedding. She was a nerdy kid with spectacles and braces. What I did remember distinctly was how intelligent and academically inclined she was and everyone thought she was going to do her MBBS after her 12th. But little did we know that her dreams were something else.
So, over the last couple of days, her parents had informed us that Snigdha wanted to pursue literature and they had enrolled her in a college here in Kolkata. They hailed from a small town, around 300 km from Kolkata and were supposed to arrive on Wednesday morning to finish the formalities and drop her off.
I had been busy with work and on Tuesday night, I received a call from my cousin that they had boarded the overnight train and should reach by 5 am. I promised to pick them up from the station myself. Little did I know that this rainy Wednesday morning would bring the dawn of an unnatural relationship that would thrive in the months to come!
They alighted from the train. I met and greeted my cousin and his wife. And as soon as my eyes fell on my niece Snigdha, I was transported to a whole different world. The nerdy spectacled girl with braces was now a curvy young woman with a charming presence about her. Even in the chaos of the busy station, her aura couldn’t be missed. I was jolted back into reality by her wish
Her: Good morning, Mithu Kaku (and a perfect smile followed).
Me: Good morning, Snigdha (and a smile was all I could manage at that moment).
Then the usual drive to home, the formalities in the college and then finding a PG for her continued for the next few days. But for some reason, I couldn’t get my beautiful niece off my mind, the glow was unreal. She grew up to become a quintessential Bengali woman. To help with your imagination, she looked like a younger version of Shreya Ghoshal.
It was now time for her parents to leave and finally, she would have to stay alone and get started with her college life. Her mood was morose and somber, she nodded to all the advice we elders had to give her. The only time she actually said an audible “yes” was when her mother said, “Mithu Kaku is here, don’t worry”, and she looked at me and smiled.
I drove her parents to the station, tears flowed and finally, the train was boarded. For the first of many times, Snigdha and I were alone in my car. She decided to sit at the back as I drove towards her PG. I was trying to tell her encouraging things, but it fell on deaf ears as she stared out of the window and sobbed. We finally reached her PG.
Me: If you are going to sob like this, people will think I kidnapped you or something (and let out a laugh).
Her: Dhurr (a Bengali expression to dismiss what someone said) she said and a smile broke through those lips.
We got of the car, I pulled her bags out and we stood near the door of our PG.
Me: Just call me whenever you feel like having some home cooked food and I will come take you to my place.
Her: Take me now, Kaku.
What followed this put us on a path we never expected to trod upon. Her 5’2 tall, curvy self was still shaking from all the sobbing as she looked up at me. Her teary eyes had so much to say. The deep expressive eyes were telling a tale of pain, excitement, fear and confusion. I knew at that moment that what she needed was someone to care for her, a shoulder for her to rest and I was going to give her that.
I held her hand and a slight pull toward me and she reciprocated with a proper bear hug. Her face pressed against my chest, her perky B-cups pressed against my midriff and her arms struggling to wrap around my broad back. I hugged her back, my 19-year-old niece almost vanished in my embrace.
After a few seconds, I rubbed and patted her back. I could clearly feel her bra straps as the whole of her body was still pressed against mine. We finally let go and bid each other goodbye.
On my drive back home, all I could think about was her embrace and all those untold tales that her eyes encapsulated. For the first time, I felt a tingle in my abdomen, I soon realized that I had a hard-on. I felt disgusted with myself that a hug from my young niece could get me a hard-on! But at the very next second, my mind was back on her curvy self so tightly hugging me. Guess the taboo about the whole thing was such a turn-on for me.
It was the weekend now, I texted if she wanted to come home and she told me that she was going shopping with her new friends. I was glad that she was finally settling in around her new surroundings. But our embrace continued to linger in my mind.
A few days later, I uploaded a few pics of me flexing after my gym session on my Whatsapp status, and voila, she texted me and here is how the conversation went.
She: Everyone should have an uncle like you
Me: Why re?
She: No one messes with me in college because they know you are my uncle.
Me: Acha, so now I am like your bodyguard or something, haha.
She: Of course, don’t you think my body needs all the guarding? (accompanied by a wink emoji.)
I was kinda taken aback by her sheer brazenness, I wondered what she was trying to suggest. Was she just being naive or was she testing the waters to know if I had checked her out? Anyway, I decided to just ignore her last text and continued.
Me: Do you have classes tomorrow?
Her: No, the rest of the week is off for us because of the semester exams of the seniors.
Me: Let me take you shopping tomorrow.
Her: Nah, I want home-cooked food. Come and pick me up in the morning.
Me: Sure but maa won’t be home, so I will cook myself.
Her: Absolutely, I have heard about how well you cook.
Me: Okay, see you tomorrow then.
Her: See ya, Kaku.
It was now 8 on the next day and I was driving down the busy roads of Kolkata and trying to make peace with the fact that I was sexually inclined toward my niece. I guessed now the idea of exploring a young woman’s mind and body had gotten the better of my moralistic self. Anyway, I reached the street opposite her PG and called her.
Me: I am here, I can’t park here for long.
Her: Just give me two minutes.
As I waited for her, I was expecting her to wear kurti and leggings which she was wearing when her parents were here. But as she walked out of the gate, my jaw dropped! Her wavy hair was bouncing as she walked towards me wearing a white crop top and blue mommy jeans.
As she unlocked the back door and kept her bag there, I expected her to sit there like the other day. But my niece slammed close to the back door to come sit next to me in the front. A sweet fragrance filled the car. Then she hugged me and put on the seat belt which smoothly fell over her cleavage between those soft B-cup tits of hers. She probably did catch me staring at her titties but I didn’t care anymore and something tells me that she didn’t either.
Me: I have to say, you look amazing today.
Her: I always look amazing, you just never noticed.
Me: Well, I didn’t know my little niece had grown up into such a beautiful young damsel.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw her blush as I concentrated on navigating through the narrow street before we joined the main road.
Me: So, what do you want me to cook for you today?
Her: I will have anything you make but please look at my new crop top that I bought the other day. It’s nice, na.
She kind of pushed out her chest a little to afford me a good look. I had a glance at her top and then at her eyes that were waiting in anticipation for my validation. I thought to myself now, she can’t be that naive, she was obviously doing this for my attention.
Me: It looks great on you, but isn’t this too short to wear in college?
Her: I know right but this just for my outings, not for college.
As we drove through the early morning traffic, she narrated the events of the last few days in college, her shopping with friends and staying up all night at her PG. Her voice was so full of excitement and the twinkle in her eyes. I kind of realize now that she wanted to grab my attention and I decided to play the long game.
We reached home and entered our apartment. Ours was a 4bhk builder floor and it was going to be just Snigdha and me for most of the day. I showed her the guest bedroom if she wanted a change of clothes and entered my workspace. It was now that I realized that I had had a hard-on for the longest time and since I was wearing track pants, it was there for all to see. I went to the washroom to relieve myself and for the first time, I was caressing my manhood thinking about my hot niece.
I sat at my work table and switched on my trading terminal and checked the market trends for the day. In walked Snigdha, still wearing the same crop top and a pair of blue tight polka-dotted pyjamas which hugged her thighs so tightly. She asked me if I wanted her to brew me some coffee and I said yes and told her that I would join her in the kitchen soon.
There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on my trading, so I decided to put some price alerts and joined her in the kitchen.
She was leaning over the counter-top while brewing the coffee. Her smooth fair back was clearly visible, the slight back fat was just perfect. The pyjamas hugged her skin so tight that her boy-shorts and panty lines were clearly visible. Her ass cheeks appeared cute and bubbly and I resisted myself so hard from wanting to spank that tushy of hers. Needless to say, my erection was back on.
Me: You know those pyjamas don’t go well with that crop top (as I kept staring at her ass).
Her: Why? What would go well with the crop top? (she asked without looking at me.)
Me: Maybe just that crop top and boy-shorts panty of yours is good enough.
She turned around as I said that and caught me staring at her tushy. As I then looked at her, she blushed and both of us had a naughty smirk on our faces.
Now it suddenly occurred to me that my hot Bengali niece hasn’t addressed me as “Kaku” today.
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That brings us to the end of the first part of this story. The sexual tension is now palpable and in the second part of the story we shall see whether those pyjamas come off and what other surprises await Uncle Avinash.
Suggestions are welcome. See you guys!