As I watched Amrutha step out of her home in that stunning dark red saree, my eyes widened in admiration. The color of the saree was so intense that it seemed to be almost glowing in the sunlight. The fabric was still transparent in some places, and I could catch a glimpse of her smooth skin underneath.
What really caught my attention, though, was the way the saree hugged her curves so tightly that every inch of her body was accentuated. Her waist was visible through the saree, and it was so slim that it looked like that of a newly married bahu. The saree seemed to be made for her, and she carried it with such grace that it was hard to look away.
The way Amrutha drapes herself in a traditional saree is nothing short of mesmerizing. Her womanly curves are accentuated by the soft fabric, making her a truly tempting sight, I thought to myself.
As she walked down the street, every man’s gaze was fixed on her, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness over her. She was my cousin, yes, but she was also a woman who stirred something deep inside me that I couldn’t ignore.
As she walked in front of me, my eyes trailed after her, and that was when I noticed an auto driver parked on the side of the road. His gaze was fixed on my cousin with hunger in his eyes. I couldn’t blame him, for I too was captivated by the sight of her in that red saree that seemed to accentuate every curve of her body.
I imagined that the auto driver must have been biting his lips, imagining the same thing as me – the possibility of her firm and full breasts breaking free from the confines of her blouse. They had grown in size in recent years, and even a small glimpse of them would be enough to send any man into a frenzy.
As she walked past the under-construction building, my gaze drifted toward the group of low-wage workers. I noticed the way their eyes were fixated on Amrutha’s beauty. It was as if they were seeing a divine enchantress, someone to be worshipped and lusted after. The mere sight of her was enough to leave them breathless and longing for more.
I wanted to wrap my arms around my hot cousin and shield her from their lustful gazes. But deep down, I knew that even I couldn’t resist the temptation that she embodied.
As I stood there lost in my thoughts, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I couldn’t help but think back to the early days of my life when I first laid eyes on my cousin, Amrutha. I remember she used to be this shy, reserved girl who only wore traditional dresses. But one day, everything changed. It was during a dance rehearsal practice, and I saw her walk in wearing a tight t-shirt and track pants.
As Amrutha started dancing, I was captivated by her energy and passion. Her arms moved gracefully in sync with the rhythm of the music, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. It was as if she had come alive, and I couldn’t help but feel the same way.
As the song picked up pace, so did her movements, I noticed how her newly started blossoms in her chest captured my eyes. She had just entered her teenage years, and her body was going through changes that I couldn’t help but notice.
As she twirled around, her t-shirt hugged her body tightly, accentuating her curves in a way that made my heart race.
At that moment, I realized that my feelings for her were not just because she was my cousin, but because she was becoming a woman. It was as if I was seeing her in a new light, and I couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty and grace.
As I snapped back to reality, I realized that my feelings for my cousin had never really gone away. The memories of that dance rehearsal practice were etched into my mind so vividly that I couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire for her once again.
In my late teen years, those thoughts and feelings consumed me. I would often shag about her, imagining what it would be like to hold her close and kiss her passionately.
Even now, as an adult, those thoughts still lingered in the back of my mind. I knew it was wrong to have such feelings for my own cousin, but I couldn’t help the way I felt.
One day, the much-anticipated trip for the senior members of our society finally arrived. My parents and Amrutha’s parents were among the members going on the trip. However, Amrutha didn’t seem too keen on joining them for the trip.
Sensing her reluctance, her parents were in a fix as they didn’t want to leave her alone at home. That was when they called me and asked if I could accompany her until they returned. It was a moment of pride for me as they considered me a trusted family member who could take care of Amrutha in their absence. Without any hesitation, I agreed to their request.
When I arrived at her home, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. I had known Amrutha for many years, but this was the first time we would be alone together. Initially, I kept a distance from her inside the home, unsure of how to act or what to say. She didn’t speak much in the first hour, and I felt like I was intruding on her space.
Maybe it was the long drive or the nervousness of being alone with my cousin, but my bladder felt full and uncomfortable. I went to the washroom to take a quick leak, I noticed a red bra hanging on the towel rack. I was pretty sure it was my cousin’s bra, and for a moment, my mind wandered to thoughts of her.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I picked up the bra and brought it close to my nose, taking in her scent. For a brief moment, I forgot where I was and what I was doing, lost in my own desires.
As I breathed in my cousin sister’s scent, I felt my cock grow harder. Slowly, I caressed it with my fingers. My mind was filled with thoughts of Amrutha. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I felt like I was on the brink of exploding.
In the heat of the moment, my body couldn’t hold back any longer, and I released my love-seed into my cousin’s red bra. It was a moment of pure ecstasy.
After releasing and feeling weak, a sudden change in the weather caught me off guard. Summer rain started outside, and dust mixed in the air. It triggered my allergies, and I started sneezing uncontrollably. Amrutha noticed my condition and asked if I wanted some medicine. Despite feeling embarrassed about my earlier actions, I accepted her offer.
My allergy, which had been dormant for years, returned with a vengeance and my sneezing was uncontrollable.
As Amrutha left to get me the medicine, I couldn’t help but notice how thin her t-shirt was.
When she returned, she was drenched from head to toe, her wet t-shirt clinging to her body even more than before. I couldn’t help but stare as I noticed traces of her inner bra peeking through the fabric. It was almost too much for me to handle, and I felt my desires stirring
Suddenly, the security guard of the building entered the room, asking my cousin if she was alright.
As the security guard entered the room, I couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes. It was the same hungry, lustful gaze that I had felt earlier when I had seen Amrutha’s red bra hanging on the towel rack. The intensity of his stare made me uncomfortable, and I disliked the fact that he was also consumed by the same desires as me. It was as if he too was mesmerized by her drenched figure and wanted to be closer to her, just like I did.
My heart sank as he looked at me with those same lustful eyes, silently communicating the unspoken understanding that we were both attracted to Amrutha. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I watched him take in her drenched appearance, his gaze lingering a little too long on the traces of her inner bra. It was clear to me that he was no different from me, both of us lusting after the same woman.
To be continued.