Hi everyone, I am Gautham, age 25. I wouldn’t particularly call myself a handsome person but not ugly either. My prior romantic involvement in this incident is with 2 girls should give you indications as to how much of an average Indian person I look. Not a brawny person but I am fit enough to participate in a 5K marathon.
I have a tendency to be frequently horny and not definitely a virgin. I shall eventually describe the incident that happened recently when I was helping my first cousin Pooja (name changed) move between towns.
Pooja was 4 years ahead of me in age, 34-26-35, bubble butt, fair, and kinky face. She moved from our city to a town after her marriage to an obnoxious, and sexually incompetent person.
During my infancy, the relationship between our families was not great despite my uncle being a sibling to my mother. My cousin Pooja and I first bonded at one of my other cousin’s weddings.
My cousins and I were a group of 10 people who would rather have fun times in a separate apartment than with elders. We used to stay up all night, play games, watch movies, and talk about all kinds of stuff contributing to the best days of my life.
One night deprived of blankets, her younger brother and my elder brother shared one. Pooja and I shared another in a bedroom that was cold and abandoned by our cousins because of a broken window.
Sharing a blanket made me horny and I acted innocent, which encouraged me to wrap my hands around her bosom. Pooja wasn’t even asleep but she did not make any attempt to move my hand instead initiated a conversation.
“Let’s talk about infatuation, shall we?” my cousin asked imperatively. That was my indication, I retracted my hand and replied, “What do you want to talk about it?”
“Do you have a girlfriend whom you thought you were in love with?”
“I may have, depending on what do you mean by ‘I thought I was in love’?”
“It is quite common to be infatuated with a person and mistake it for love. A deep desire to be with that person implicated by lust.”
“I was in a relationship, may or may not be infatuation, but what makes you think I am developing lustful feelings?” *My act of innocence at its finest!
“This is a difficult conversation for us but let me come out a say it, the thing that you did before initiation of this conversation. Feeling my boobs with your arm. It indicates that you are horny, don’t be ashamed by that fact, embrace it. In fact, almost every man and woman your age (18) is facing that transition. Trust me, I have been there.”
A chill went down my spine, I felt deeply embarrassed against my cousin’s warnings. I tried to convince her otherwise by still playing innocent. I am telling you guys, you cannot win a sensible argument against women.
She made me admit that I was horny during that conversation and one thing led to another. The next thing I know, she was masturbating me, allowing me to squeeze her naked boobs. I still remember the feeling of my cousin’s spongy boobs in my palms and her soft hands on my dick.
The next morning was banal. We acted normal with each other until the day of the marriage, which was early in the morning at an auspicious time. Pooja and I were left at home while others got ready and left for the venue.
I was a lazy person back then, reluctant to wake up at dawn. I was still struggling to be awake and making subconscious movements of morning routines.
I grabbed my towel, opened the bathroom door, what lied beyond that door froze me much less awoke me. My cousin Pooja was completely naked, taking a bath and I forgot the fact that the bathroom door lock does not work.
Pooja was startled seeing me but did not scream to tried to cover her body. My eyes were glued to her body. Her perfectly symmetrical hemispherical boobs with dark nipples were like a cherry on top of a cake.
Her navel curves, hairy pussy between her beefy thighs complimenting her large base which tapers down to her ankles were a crazy rush of hormones. My dick enraged within my underwear trying to peek out through my boxers.
Her idiosyncratic throat sound brought back my senses after few seconds that is when I realized she gave me a look as if she was saying, “Oh really!? Are you that horny that you barge into the bathroom to see a naked lady?”
I apologized and tried to slide out of the bathroom.
“It is fine, no one is around you can brush your teeth while I take a bath. If being horny impairs you to use the bathroom, shag yourself first to my body and continue.” She was not surprising to me anymore.
We both had an amazing bathroom time. My cousin let me touch her boobs and vagina while I masturbated. Often she turned around to proudly display her bubble butt decorated with her kinky smile she kept wearing all that time.
That was the last of our intimate relationship. We never had a chance to engage in penetration because of her sex education last night. It was clear as day that I was not matured enough for her to engage in actual sex. Using protection was another option she could have agreed to but I never dared.
My cousin was married 2 years after that, we never sexted or met until today where I am going to help her move to a different town with her husband.
After her marriage, the relationship between our families had seen a new light. Her brother now lives in Bangalore, and my brother in Chennai for their jobs.
I was compelled by my mother to help her move. Deep down, I am against this idea because of a feeling that I might have sexual urges after seeing her again but might face denial because of her marriage.
In the next part, read how we developed our affair, while I help her in moving and she allows me to move my ‘stuff’ inside her.